Went to the Dr's today, had an EKG. Doc glanced at the read-out, softly said "uh-oh." Quickly left room, while nurse unplugged me and I got dressed.
The first words out of the doctor's mouth upon his return to the examination room were: "You're not having a heart attack, BUT . . ."
Not something one wants to hear. Not something anyone ever wants to hear. 

 There was something hinky on the EKG, suggesting that blood was not flowing well to one part of my heart. He is sending me to a cardiologist for follow-up.
I have also been experiencing occasional shortness of breath, accompanied by a feeling of heaviness on my chest. I had guessed Doc would want an xray for possible early COPD (not that I want 
that either! 8-o). Turns out it is probably cardio and not respiratory; he told me to "call him right away" next time I get that sensation. (Yeah, right. At 3:00am or late on a Sunday Imma going to try to chase down my primary care physician. 

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I do not yet have a date for the cardiologist visit, and I WILL not trouble my family with any of this until after I have seen the specialist. (There is enough going on already with us.) Next week is Holy Week, I am utterly exhausted, and I plan to do nothing but go to Mass and Confession before the Easter Vigil next Saturday night, followed by Easter feast at my brother's house on Sunday. (Dang, I said I'd bring a leg of lamb. I think I can manage that. 

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Anyhoo, I'm a little freaked out. And annoyed. And anxious. I hate this late middle-age crap. I want to be in my mid-30s again!! 
Thanks for letting me vent. All prayers appreciated.
Now back to our regular programming. 
