Just a quick check-in to summarize my latest (and final!) cardiologist visit a few weeks ago. You may recall that in a fit of being uber-thorough, my cardiologist suggested that I do an echo-stress test. Did the test uncover an underlying reason for my weak arm, and the bike incident? Continue reading
Amongst the colleagues in my profession, the phrase “Two-Body Problem” is a geeky way to describe the challenging situation that a married (or committed) professional couple finds themselves in, when they are looking for jobs in similar research fields in the same geographic location, in hopes of sustaining their careers and keeping their relationship intact. StarMan and I are, by all accounts, a strongly-coupled Two Body Problem, and we just got news today that dashed some high hopes. Continue reading
I’m convinced that blog post ideas are a lot like the weather: when it rains, it pours! I’ve got at least a half-dozen, half-baked posts in my head right now, and no time to spill them out “on paper”. But I do need to take a few moments to write about my latest cardiologist visit, before the details are lost in the cobwebs of my mind. Continue reading
What might seem odd, after having published 42 posts, is to be writing something entitled “My Story”. Since I wasn’t clever enough to have made my last post The Answer To The Ultimate Question Of Life, The Universe, And Everything, I decided it was high time to write a short biographical, with all the interesting bits in one place. You see, lately I’ve been joining various online groups — mostly MS-related — and I am finding the redundancy of “introducing” myself over and over again to be incredibly tedious. The future plan? Point ‘em to this tell-all page. Brilliant! So, with apologies to those who have already slogged through 42 posts, here goes … Continue reading
In my last post, I had planned on reporting on a visit to the cardiologist’s office, but sad news of my primary care physician’s sudden death (the same person who had given me a referral to the cardiologist) sent my post in a different direction. Here, I’m going to describe what happened that day, once I saw the cardiologist.
The dreadful, shocking news I received at the cardiologist’s office on Monday morning left me a sobbing mess for most of the day. As you may recall from my last post, I recently visited my Primary Care physician to get his take on the problems I experienced during a recent bike ride. After a thorough checkup, he referred me to the cardiologist, and stressed that I needed to set up a follow-up appointment to see him immediately after the referral visit. I remember thanking him and saying “good bye, see you again soon” and, at that moment, putting my finger on one of his attributes that I found so refreshingly quaint: he was dressed in one of those zip-off hiking pants/shorts and was wearing a casual polo shirt. I’ve seen plenty of pretentious doctors during my life; he was the first doctor who actually listened to me, who was humble almost to a fault. Thoughts of him stir visions of an old-fashioned doctor in a Normal Rockwell painting, although “youthful and in-touch” would represent his persona just as accurately. I would have never guessed that this “good-bye” would be the very last. Continue reading
I’ve mentioned previously that I enjoy cycling. StarMan and I have been trying to do more riding lately, to whip our lumpy bodies back into shape. Last Saturday, we rolled out onto the streets much later in the day than planned, in the peak heat of the day. On top of the high temperature (about 97 degrees F), the bike route we picked was fully exposed to the sun without any redeeming shade, and involved a fairly steep ascent up a mountain. I’ve ridden this route many times before, without problem, but never in this kind of heat. I’m not sure what kind of stupid convinced us that the ride was going to be peachy, but I’ll blame it on our frequently watching all those hardcore bodies in the Tour de France, who make cycling up mountains look like child’s play. Well, this ride was only the second in my life that I didn’t finish. Continue reading