Sad day
"First time for everything," my cardiologist said. I looked at the prescriptions and sighed. One was a referral for a stress test echo. The other was for a fuck ton of maintenance medication I'd been working so hard to avoid. At fifty, I'm finally facing my very first maintenance med. I feel so betrayed by my body. But I guess I still have to commend it — for holding out this long without needing any of these pills. I pray the stress test echo finds what I need to know, soon. Stay healthy, everyone. Some backstory... Last April, we had our APE, and the ECG results required a follow-up consultation. Last May, my average running pace dropped drastically. Last week, for the very first time, I had to stop mid-climb at northbound Pioneer because my vision blurred, my arms went cold, and my heart felt like it was about to explode. It's serious enough that now I have these meds and a pending stress test.
