“I have some bad news,” said my doctor
Back in August, I had an episode of arrhythmia (I could feel my heart beating in my throat) and wound up seeing to a cardiologist who had me wear a heart monitor to see if I had heart disease or if I might need a pacemaker. At the time, I was cleared and in fact, the arrhythmia disappeared in a few weeks. I never imagined I would have a cardiologist but I sure was glad everything was okay. —- Fast forward to last week: I went to my regular long-time doctor for an annual physical including a blood test. He called me today with the results and I was surprised he was calling on a Saturday of a long weekend. He had never called on a weekend before so it made me anxious. He told me my total cholesterol, which had been elevated, was good and so was my LDL. I said that was good news. “But I have some bad news,” he said. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” he went on to say, “but you are going to find out anyway.” I could feel a knot in the pit of my stomach and I started to sweat. “It was just 3 months since you saw your cardiologist,” he said as I tried to remember what was on my bucket list. My heart was pounding! Give it to me straight, doc! What have I got – six months? But I’m still working on my cookbook. Why is he taking so long?? I can handle the truth – just tell me. “Your cardiologist died.”
What? That’s great! … NO! Not great! … But good news! … No, it’s not! Not good news, not for him, but good for me. That’s wrong too. Not good for anybody. How can I feel sad for him when I was just pulled back from the long dirt nap. No doctor should ever say, “I have bad news,” unless you’re the one who’s dying! Now I hate myself for being glad, and the stress of this is making my blood pressure rise and my heart is beating in my throat. OMG, I think my arrhythmia is back!
I laughed so hard I peed in my shorts!!
That was hilarious!! Good news for you!! WooHoo! It is never good to have a doctor call you on a weekend!!
I just got back from a trip to Arizona to see my in-laws. I was seated on the plane next to an 87 y/o WWII/KoreanWar vet. He was on oxygen so I was naturally drawn to him. I was on oxygen 24/7 for 2 yrs (long story) so I always talk to people on oxygen. He was an absolute delight. He had a finger monitor to check his oxygen levels. I asked him if I could test my levels. Normal is 100 and he was in the mid to upper 90’s. I put it on my finger and I was 82!!! LOL He said well you need this worst than me!! We just chuckled and talked the whole trip home!
Jenny, I went to Walgreens in Arizona and thought of you again…still no skirts!
K
I’m glad everything is ok. Had me worried for a minute.
i was aslo getting worked up reading this!! I’m sorry about your doctor nut so glad you are alright!
Your doctor could have sent you this information through the mail instead of phoning on a holiday weekend, scaring the crap out of you!
Glad there wasn’t anything wrong.
Ughh!!! I hate when doctors get you worked up like that!
You had me going, too. That must have been scary for a minute. Take a deep breath. “The long dirt nap” — that was funny! But your doctor shoud have put that a different way.
Aw Jenny, it’s okay the way you’re feeling. Please try not to get all worked up with your feelings there. It’s not good for you to do that to yourself…
You’re just having mixed emotions. Try collecting your feelings and separate them where they need to be. Aw, I feel bad for you 🙁
I want to send you a hug. You probably need one right about now…{{{hug}}}…
By the way, you had me nervous there for a minute so I can imagine how you must feel. Just try relaxing and taking it easy…
Take care,
Rhonda