It is funny how things can consume one. Take for instance a
simple set of tests, that include isotopes and other magical fluids that are
injected into your body and then you wait in agonizing discomfort, all designed
to make you crazy and as unhappy as possible. Yes, all this IS very simple.
My cardiologist every year sends me to a stress test.
Usually you don’t eat anything for 4 hours before the test, can’t drink coffee
for twelve hours before the test, and when they are through injecting you and
making you walk/run on the tread mill after 3 to 4 hours, they scan you and
make you lie as motionless as possible while for twenty minutes this scanner
goes over your body. All-in all: a fun day.
You can eat after the stress test on the treadmill. You can
have 2 slices of bread with jelly, NO peanut butter, a salad with no dressing
(Small) and a small piece of fruit. You may also bring water.
Since my carotid arteries are about 50% blocked or more, and
some day I will have a stroke if something isn’t done, we are waiting for a
test result that will show more blockage so they can operate. I have been
trying to help the doctor to come to a conclusion, eating butter, fatty meat
and cheeses, God do I love cheese. Unfortunately I’ve been also going to the
gym and that is not helping, making me feel good and alive, with a lot of
energy, so this whole situation is a treadmill of sorts.
Once the test is planned, one dreads it coming, the morning
of the test you wake up hungry, thirsty and filled with self-pity, during the
test everyone in the waiting room annoys me and upon leaving, you are as happy
as can be, appreciating the idea that tomorrow you are free from it. In 48
hours I will call them and see what is the results. Hopefully, fattened carotid
arteries and they will open my neck on both sides, scoop out the fat and close
it up and I don’t worry anymore. This will be a stroke of luck. Maybe I can
convince them to open my stomach and do some scooping too.
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