Have a heart, doc

I had the rare opportunity of fussing at a doctor yesterday. My heart doc told me he discovered he had diabetes. We talked about how his office overbooks and that that could not be good for his health. He said he works at making the waits shorter.

And what a contrast to Connie's visit the day before. She walked in, saw the crowd, went to the window and made a new appointment. When I walked in, four people sat in the waiting room. My wait this time -- 15 minutes. And heart doc actually asked if I had questions. We talked about the options for heart caths.

He explained that my lungs reflect my COPD, stretched. And the way the lungs lie in the chest, if he went in through the neck a nick in the lung might happen. That would mean a collapsed lung. For people with PH, that represents big trouble.

I had expressed interest in the neck entrance because with the femoral artery entrance, the patient must lie flat for at least an hour. Not easy.

The scheduler and I hashed out a date for the RHC. The first available opening, July 1. I had to be home that day. The next available time I would not have been the first cath of the day. I want to go first. So July 7 wins the lottery.

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The Americans pulled it off despite such lousy officiating. I can just imagine how excited you would be. We actually won the group, over England. We proved our scrappiness.

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I have an appointment Monday with a counselor.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od66bhNzBtE

Dude, I miss you so much right now.

Later.