Early this morning we drove the 33 miles down to the cardiologist’s office for the Ol’ Curmudgeon’s 2nd nuclear stress test (like a treadmill test, but with drugs instead of a “real” treadmill) in 2 months. He’s been having cardiac symptoms for several weeks, now. There are a few things going on simultaneously:
- He had an angioplasty on Feb 25th
- He lost his job on March 25th – the day after the cardiologist gave him a clean bill of health to go back full time
- He is chronically dehydrated
So what’s causing the skipped beats, the runs of rapid heartrate? They cause weakness and fatigue. And, frankly, they scare the dickens out of me! We have to find out. Until this is diagnosed, the Ol’ Curmudgeon will not be able to go on with job searching – he doesn’t know what he can and cannot do!
So, the three of us went to the cardiologist’s office for a 7:45AM nuclear stress test. Emmy was all excited about going somewhere, but the minute we walked into the office – she KNEW she was going to be bored! She gave her adolescent “Uuuuhhhh Oooooohhhh!” with a deep sigh and went “under” my chair. She promptly fell asleep – as I explained to the people there, she was “thinking her little doggie thoughts and dreaming her little doggie dreams.” She slept and slept for 3 solid hours while the Ol’ Curmudgeon went in and came out again several times.
He admitted that during the test his heart “went crazy.” So at least the doc will have some interesting things to look at. Hope we hear from him soon.
When it was all over, we got ready to go. I woke Emmy up and she appeared from under the chair – startling some people who had just come in. [LOLOL!!]
Emmy did not do anything spectacular – she just did her job. I dropped some postcards out of a magazine (don’t you just HATE those things??) and she picked them up – they are the only paper she doesn’t try to shred. There were some ooo’s and aaaah’s for that. Then, on the way out, I was having “dropsy” – first my cane, then my cellphone as I fumbled to turn it on, then my cane once more! Emmy picked them up in turn without missing a beat!
We came home and we all took naps! I was wiped out – so was the Ol’ Curmudgeon, and Emmy just “dreamed her little doggie dreams” until we woke up!