Being a Cardiac Patient

I saw my doctor the next day as planned. Well not exactly as planned, she scoffed in my face as I told her about my stomach troubles. Within minutes I was having my chest shaved and a young technician was attaching electrodes to various spots on my ribs and belly. It was my first experience with being a cardiac patient. This was serious business.

The EKG was a painless and somewhat baffling experience that only took about five minutes. Soon I was hearing my doctor tell me that; I should have never driven home, should have called 911 at the first onset of the previous night’s problem, she thought I was suffering from cardiovascular disease, and she was referring me to a Cardiologist.

All I could think of to say was,”But, I’m not old enough!” I was only fifty-two.
“Apparently you are” was her reply to that.

She did give me something to try for my stomach which was very kind of her but took the time to call the cardiologist herself to secure me the earliest possible appointment. She also gave me a Nitro spray and instructions in its use.