Not really, but my EKG said I that am – three times. My skin apparently doesn’t like the new leads they were using on me. A cramped back and 15 minutes later, the nurse went to the doctor and asked if he really needed a reading, because I’m obviously still breathing and have a pulse.
But then it was time for my blood pressure, and I had a little bit of trouble finding my happy place. I usually have Kevin with me the last few times I’ve visited cardiology. But since he couldn’t get out of work today, I was on my own.
I always have a week to mentally prepare for doctor appointments, but for some reason, I forgot, and I woke up at 3:30 with a rare non-illness related asthma attack. And then after reading Wil Wheaton’s article, I’ve been a mess all day.
Since the doctor seemed satisfied – knock on wood! – I can breathe a bit easier. But now I wait to see my PCP in August. But that’s not so bad, because I like him. He doesn’t bite or force me to do things I’m uncomfortable with. Yes, doctors need to use kid gloves with me. Otherwise I cry.