As a person grows older stuff starts to go wrong. Ever hear the Warren Zevon song, "My Sh*ts F**ked Up"? Its true, every word. Another way to look at it is to compare it to that car you had when you were young. As it got older things began to rattle and wheeze. It was always best to ignore it and turn up the radio. That's what I generally do with my health issues. I ignore them until I am forced to do something about the problem. I have been rolling along quite nicely thank you. I've got heart stuff, but I keep it on the shelf, out of site and mind, until it needs attention. I tolerate exercise fairly well for a "guy my age", and if I ever get this weight down where I want it I am sure that I will live long enough to become a problem to my children.
Over the past two weeks I have had to pay attention to the rattle once again. Of course the racket was being caused by the heart and the volume on the radio won't play any louder. The tests were done and 8:00 yesterday morning was my time of reckoning. I hadn't slept much the night before. I was certain that something was much worse than when they tested me 2 years ago. Call me a crepe hanger if you want, but by this time I was all worked up. It turns out that not much has changed in the last two years. There is a slight thickening of the left ventricle, and I have developed A Fib, but all-in-all things aren't too bad.
That is a very simple review of my latest tests. Now that a competent mechanic (my cardiologist) has looked over the old machine I am feeling more calm and I am getting back to normal. That in and of itself should scare you. I am going to put this problem back on t the shelf and go back to ignoring it...until next time.