Yeah, really I’m fine. Cardiologist gave me a quick look-over and pronounced the episode I had a couple weeks ago a fluke, but that I should keep an eye on it and report back to her if it happens again. In other news, she says my performance in the stress echo is “fantastic,” so there’s that.
I’m giving away three boxes of my books, but the people at work get first dibs.
Reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.
For those who haven’t heard, I paid a prolonged and unexpected visit to an emergency room on Wednesday. There I was, sitting at my desk doing some last-minute queries sipping a decaf iced coffee I’d acquired from Dunkin’ Donuts, when I’d started feeling somewhat odd. Not to be a worry-wart, I shrugged it off and continued banally pounding-out horrifying SQL resplendent with awe-inspiring and highly convoluted JOIN statements when my heart began pounding like I’d just finished a brisk 20-minutes playing DDR.
Curious, I wanted to know what my name anagrammed into. For reference, I used “Shaun Moses Thomas” with a minimum word length of two.
Nauseas Moths Mosh Aha! Hostess Summon Manta Shushes Moos Smashes Humans Too! Aha! He Summons Sots Soon Has Smut Shame Amusing.
Until Tomorrow
It’s too bad I don’t have a previous stress echo to compare this to, since I’ve never had one before.
Anyway, my appointment was scheduled for Wednesday 9am at Northwestern in Chicago. I got back to work around 1:30pm, and I was right, they spent a billionty years digging into my ribs and various other spots. They say my anatomy doesn’t seem to match my diagnosis, which is somewhat amusing. He knows how CC-TGA, JAA, and dextrocardia can go together, but it seems counter-intuitive.
I’m a writer, these pop into my head. That’s life.
“It is not enough to be a just leader of men. For how can one rest knowing men need leaders at all? Gently cast down those that idolize or they shall eternally subjugate themselves.”
“What is melancholy but the purest conviction there’s been some terrible mistake?”
Until Tomorrow
