Wish it was possible to say the ‘interesting’ part meant it was a good day. Well, come to think about it I guess it is possible, because I’m home! Praise God.
Today I had an appointment with a spinal surgeon, a Dr. Steven Bailey at the Mayfield Clinic. It took weeks to to get in to see him, and wouldn’t you know, the appointment got derailed! After rushing around this morning getting ready, at the very last minute my ride had to cancel on me. That was the first thing…
I debated (for about 2 minutes) calling to reschedule the appointment, but realizing it might be another month or longer before I could get another appointment, decided to call and see if my oldest son was off today and available. His wife answered telling me he was in the shower and she’d call me right back. Long story short, the poor guy jumped out of the shower, dressed and drove here in 20 minutes leaving us rushing like crazy to make the appointment.
And here’s where it gets interesting. After arriving, my sister and I, (she went along too) jumped out of the car, rushed into the office, and after signing in were escorted back into the examining room. There, they took my blood pressure (3 different times, which should have given me a hint, that something was ‘up’) and I met the doctor. The first thing he wanted to do was go over the results of tests I’d had recently.
And while He’s talking I suddenly couldn’t make heads or tails out of what the poor guy was saying…in particular, what he was asking me! It was totally weird. All I recall was looking at him and saying ‘I’m sorry, but excuse me, I think I’m going to faint’.
After a few more people suddenly showed up in the room, including Mr. ‘Blood-Pressure’ guy, it’s revealed the cause for the multiple times my blood pressure was taken was because he thought the machine wasn’t working correctly. The reason being my pulse rate was showing to be at 169. In fact it was working correctly, it was (just) showing the symptoms of A-fib or whats commonly known as cardiac arrhythmia.
What fun! The day I had hoped to find out what could be done about my back I almost faint, go into A-fib and end up being rushed out of the surgeons office and taken to the local emergency room, where I’m immediately hooked up to enough wires to re-wire a house! My poor sister told me later all I kept saying was “I’m ok, I just need to eat and take a nap”.
Anyway, it took 6 hours and a few different medications, but they finally got my pulse rate down to normal, and I was allowed to come home after promising to immediately return if the symptoms returned. Living across the road from the hospital has its perks.
Well, that was my interesting day. I’m pretty tired so its bedtime for pj.