Yesterday was the day for my cardiac MRI. THE DAY.
This was scheduled by my cardiologist after a less than stellar echocardiogram
a few weeks ago. A thickened left
chamber wall and mildly decreased heart function (along with my familial
history of course) warranted further testing.
Yesterday we were having the MRI done to confirm the heart ejection fraction
percentage and also check to see if I am showing any signs of LVNC like my
Dad. To say I was scared would be an
understatement. A previous MRI many
years ago left me panic stricken, and I pressed the call button 6 times before
they finally gave me my “last chance” and I suffered through it.
But before we get to all that…
The election results and Sox news were not the only things I
woke up to yesterday. I also had a
missed call, a text message and a Facebook message from my sister. Mysterious “Are you awake?” messages just after
10pm (which is basically the middle of the night in our house). No voicemail, nothing. Now, my sister is notorious for being the
person to deliver me bad news. So my
heart dropped. She didn’t answer my text
message right away and I was a ball of nerves.
When she FINALLY (10 minutes later, but it felt like for-ev-er) got back
to me, it was good news. My Dad had an
echocardiogram and stress test done earlier this week and the echo showed that
my Dad’s heart function was at 30%!
30%!!! A month ago his MRI had
not showed any improvement at all from the initial 15% diagnosis. It appears they may have finally found the
right combo of meds and lifestyle changes to help his heart. Hallelujah!
He is not “out of the woods” or anything… but it was positive news for
sure. He is going to have another MRI
done and then they will make a determination on his heart surgery scheduled for
next week. Eeeeep!
So now it was my turn.
I knew from my last experience that I wanted to be sedated. My doctor gave me 4 pretty little pills to
take as needed to get me though the procedure.
My Dad was kindly picking me up
and driving me into Boston (payback) and I took 2 of the meds right before we
left the house. When we got to the
hospital I was still “with it” and still nervous so I took 1 more. After changing into the patient gown (WHY IN
THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY ARE THESE THINGS STILL SO HIDEOUS?!?! Is it too much to ask for a pretty paisley
print? Ugh.), I got my IV and EKG thingy’s
all hooked up and in I went. The time
flew by in my hazy mental state so it wasn’t bad at all.
On the ride home I felt very woozy and nauseous. I had to open the window and hang my head out
to keep from getting sick. I hardly
remember walking into my house but I remember going straight to my bed. At 5pm. While my kids where in their
highchairs eating dinner. I woke up at
3:30 this morning feeling like someone had slugged me in the head, and with the
medical tape cutting off circulation on my right are from the IV. Today I just feel no bueno!
SO now, I wait.
Fingers crossed that my heart shows no signs of LVNC. I hope to hear back from my cardiologist tomorrow. Also fingers crossed for my Dad’s next test
and continued improvement.
Xoxo
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