I have posted before that you have to drag me kicking and screaming to the doctor. Infantile behavior I know. I do the necessary checkups and tests, and I take all my medications religiously, but I don't like to.
After the fall, filled with too much stress; my husband's chronic/serious illnesses and hospitalizations while moving from one house to another back to back, then the holidays and just life, I have neglected some health issues.
That pain, in my back between my shoulder blades radiating around my side, was due to packing and moving, carrying around bales of hay and feed bags. At least that is what I wanted it to be. And that was back in October. Then just the feeling that something isn't ticking like it's supposed to; something just doesn't seem right. Vague symptoms to sweep under the rug with crossed fingers.
So, I finally got tired of worrying about it (remember I have an anxiety disorder so worrying is my middle name and impossible for me not to.) I have some time this week and went to see my internist yesterday. She did an EKG and said she was concerned and was referring me to a cardiologist in the city at the Heart Institute. She said they will be doing lots of tests. Just the thought of it all is going to give me a heart attack.
I will share the journey with you, just so you won't wait if you are having symptoms, and February, coincidentally, is Heart Health month. Childlike, I am sure nothing is wrong and hoping that all of this is just in my head and due to stress. I hate having to go through it all, but it could be worse. My family still needs me and would be heartbroken. And, like I said, I ain't going gently...