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
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
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.
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