I Hate Going to the Doctor.

Soo, you might be wondering where Playlist Wednesday is..

 

Well, I have it all ready to go but wanted to share a bit about the crazy Wednesday I had. I woke up yesterday (Tuesday) at my house with this incredibly sharp, heavy pain in my chest.  Naturally, I was scared because heart problems run in my family (mom's side) and I've lost both of my relatively healthy grandparents (mom's parents) to heart attacks and my uncle had a heart attack in 2011 (relatively healthy too).  But I was also a little comforted by the fact that I am pretty healthy.  I run&walk anywhere from 50 to 70 miles a month, I'm a strict vegetarian, and the only "bad" thing I eat is butter&cheese on my baked potatoes when I eat out.

 

Still, my mom was worried especially since I started to increase my mileage for the upcoming half marathon. I had to come to Danville today anyways to drop my mom off anyways so my mom and I got an appointment with my usual doctor to get some tests done.  Just for the record, I hate going to the doctor. I know I come from a family of medical professionals and growing up (and even now) I've heard more than I ever wanted around the dinner table with my family but something about going to the doctor's office gives me anxiety.

 

I had my appointment this morning and I went to the husband doctor of the husband-wife doctor practice I've gone to for the past nearly 10 years.  He did a basic check-up and I let him know that I've pretty healthy and I run/work out a lot so I don't know what is going on with my body and why it hates me so much.  He ordered bloodwork an EKG test and felt the muscles and listened to my chest to see if it was my heart or my lungs or what.  I was a bit nervous about the EKG but all they did was put little stickers all over my chest and my arms and legs and then the nurse attached the machine to the stickers and ran the machine test.  The nurse ran the test FOUR times so I freaked out a little but she said that she was trying to get one of the lines to come out smoother (whatever that means) so not to worry.  She took the test printout to the doctor and I got dressed. Good news- nothing wrong with my heart!!! So yay, good news! My doctor wanted me to minimize the stress/anxiety I have in life (um, how about looking for a full-time attorney job? yeah that's not stressful).  He gave me some steriods for my muscle sprain and wanted to see me again in 2 weeks.  They said they would call/fax my bloodwork results to my parents' house (they all know how to read those things but I clearly don't) but I still haven't seen them. Oh and the worst part (other than the indescribable sharp, heavy pain with every movement) is that I can't run this entire week! I know that isn't a big deal in the long run, but it still makes me sad.

 

So, I am super thankful that nothing super serious is wrong! With my family history, I can never take any chances!

 

 

 

Time for bed now that I've had my handful of meds!  (And don't worry, playlist Wednesday will be up soon!