I don’t like to discuss my health in detail publicly, so I generally don’t. But I’ve learned something over the past couple of weeks that I think might be valuable for others, so I want to share it.
I had minor, but persistent, symptoms that seemed consistent with angina over the past couple of months. Not having lived my life with, shall we say, the greatest care, and carrying a piss-poor family history besides, it behooved me to get it checked out.
So I had a nuclear stress test last week. And the doctor said this all looks great. Could be any of several things going on to cause your symptoms, but I’m pretty confident it’s not your heart.
So I’m supposed to see my GP next month, and I planned to discuss an approach with her.
Except now I’m not going to because guess what? The symptoms have vanished. Poof. They were daily and predictable. Now they are completely absent.
Anxiety’s a bitch. Make sure she hasn’t taken up residence and made herself at home before you decide something serious is wrong with you.
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But, sometimes, it isn’t anxiety, so I’m glad you had it checked out. And wasn’t that test a bundle of fun?
I do appreciate your concern. As far as the test’s funness, I treadmill most days, so I knew mostly what to expect. And I was competently injected, so there was essentially no pain there. I’m ready for my electrode sites to stop itching, though. Sheesh.
My problem wasn’t the treadmill – it was the part where I had to lie perfectly still for 30 minutes with my arms up on the table over my head. I don’t think they did that the second time though. (I’ve had 2 about 8-10 years apart).
On the second test, we couldn’t get my heart rate high enough for the longest time even with the treadmill inclined. So they finally had to make me run, only I cannot run as fast as the thing was going so my cardiologist and nurse pressed my back to keep me from flying off it. That was fun. He said it was a very very good indicator that my heart was working pretty well, especially for my age.