Relatedly (and feel free to give me all the shit I deserve for being so heartless [no pun intended]), I have a call in to my doctor b/c the symptoms I've been having that COULD be heart-related, yet could also be explained away by other things, have persisted for over a week and aren't going away, and my dad has had 5 heart attacks, and my jaw and arm hurt and my chestal area feels heavy and I've been extremely exhausted and I'm just worried and simultaneously totally, utterly ashamed.
I started a new AD last week, whose 2 biggest side effects are nausea and fatigue. Well, there's the exhaustion, and nausea (which I haven't been having) is a stomach thing, and the stomach is far too close to the heart when it comes to trying to suss out symptoms. And also I have IBS, which could be the source of other stomach-but-possibly-heart-related symptoms.
And I've been working out a lot, which could make me fatigued AND sore.
But I can't stop worrying. And I'm going to be embarrassed if it's nothing and I'm going to be even more mortified if it IS heart stuff. Because of the whole fat-out-of-shape thingie.
So. Waiting for doctor to call me back and tell me if they want me to come in or go to the ER (I'm sort of assuming that this is what they'll tell me) or just suck it up.
When I told the receptionist that my dad had had 5 heart attacks, her whole tone of voice changed from humoring-the-paranoid-patient to holy-crap-she's-about-to-keel-over. It was amusing.
I feel stupid.
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Also, I *desperately* don't want to be like Dick Cheney.
And then wondered whether it should be "both our times."
You're going to have to call him back and give a correction.
Also, I *desperately* don't want to be like Dick Cheney.
I have been having uncharitable thougths about Dick Cheney all day. I keep telling myself that I ALWAYS have uncharitable thoughts about Dick Cheney, that I am NOT being particularly evil. This is hatred as usual, damnit!
He'd better pull through or I'm going to hell.
I have been having uncharitable thougths about Dick Cheney all day. I keep telling myself that I ALWAYS have uncharitable thoughts about Dick Cheney, that I am NOT being particularly evil. This is hatred as usual, damnit!
Right?
How can the man be in the hospital for heart problems when HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE? What, is his rock faulty?
I don't normally do that.
Your mom's given you some practice.
{{Andi}} I'm so sorry for your frustration at finding a doctor who will listen and be honestly helpful. I just want to say, I don't think you need a do over because I like the person you are, just the way you are. I'd be afraid that if you cut off any part of you, it would take the part that gives us links to puppies and kittens and that would be a travesty. Even if the doctors aren't being helpful, please know that there are a shit-ton of folks who love you just the way you are.
How can the man be in the hospital for heart problems when HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE? What, is his rock faulty?
Oh, I'm meaner than that I'm afraid. More along the lines of "How many heart attacks does this evil bastard get to survive? Huh?"
Or, a bit less self-righteously, "Ooooh! CheneyBot is on the fritz! He's just not in the budget anymore I'm afraid! So long, sucker!"
"How many heart attacks does this evil bastard get to survive? Huh?"
My dad has survived more than Cheney! Booyah!
(My doctor can call me back any time now....)
Also, I *desperately* don't want to be like Dick Cheney.
Stop shooting people in the face.
Is he in the hospital? I'm going to have to gloat in the suffering of my enemy.
I hope he's in pain, that fuckwad.
(Notice how I didn't wish that all Vice Presidents should suffer. I kept my rant tightly focused without a broad generalization.)
