Joe Claus in the Hospital
The next post or two you see up the blog roll will have been a little late. While mowing the yard Thursday afternoon, I started developing heaviness in the chest and shortness of breath. My companion, the effervescent "Mrs. Claus" convinced me to call my G.P.
You probably remember the commericals, a few months back where, "My doctor said, Viagra!" Well, my doctor said, "Angina!" and "Get to the Emergency Room, immediately!"
Two days, one stress test, and one echocardiogram later, I have no significant sign of heart trouble. Thank heavens! But my thyroid problem is more out of whack, my weight has risen sharply, and the two together with the extra exercise apparently caused my problem. And, hopefully, doubling my dose of synthetic thyroid hormone will get me back on track.
Now, back to the fun.
You probably remember the commericals, a few months back where, "My doctor said, Viagra!" Well, my doctor said, "Angina!" and "Get to the Emergency Room, immediately!"
Two days, one stress test, and one echocardiogram later, I have no significant sign of heart trouble. Thank heavens! But my thyroid problem is more out of whack, my weight has risen sharply, and the two together with the extra exercise apparently caused my problem. And, hopefully, doubling my dose of synthetic thyroid hormone will get me back on track.
Now, back to the fun.
posted by Joseph Marshall | 3:03 PM
3 Comments:
TO: Joseph Marshall
RE: Ain't Life a Hoot?
I understand where you're at here. Albeit without the thyroid thing.
I developed something interesting last Spring. Shortness of breath when climbing stairs and a burning sensation in the chest, vicinity of the heart with a strange fluttering/flip-flop associated with mild pain.
Had it checked out in ER, followed by EKG, 24-hour holter monitor (EKG) and treadmill stress test with echo sounding. No blockages. No congestive failures. It must have been a minor infection that impacted on the lining around the heart. Cripes I work out 50 minutes a day, three to four times a week on a series of exercise equipment I've got.
However, the 24-monitor discovered something....an theretofore undetected A-V block. Now, I'm one with the borg.
I suspect this is what got Dave Fix, as well as a couple of colonels I knew. Fix and one colonel died on a their daily constitutional run. The other colonel, a water-walker being groomed for command of the 82d, died a few minutes after getting back to the office from his daily racketball game.
Very 'irritating' stuff, this business.
Keep swinging. And pray. It actually does work. I've been able, with help, to put down severe gout attacks with prayer. [Note: Another birthday gift from Dad.]
Regards,
Chuck(le)
Thanks to you both for your good wishes.
great pics!!!! very country side effect, love your outfit so chic and lovely!!!
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