Impending Storm

I left for the long weekend knowing full well that the day after our return would find me in the doctor's office. I had received a letter stating that they needed to meet to discuss my test results. Gulp.

The conversation went something like this:

MD: All of your labwork looks really good, except for one result that I don't know much about and am going to refer you to a Specialist. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. You have an elevated C-Reactive Protein result and will need to take a stress test to confirm that you do indeed have heart disease, as this test may indicate. Your current level is High on the scale. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Do you need any prescriptions filled?

I walked out in a daze, wondering how, at the ripe old age of 42, I could have Heart Disease. I'm a woman, dammit. I'm supposed to be protected by my hormonies! (I loved My Big, Fat Greek Wedding.)

My doctor gave me two names of cardiologists. I called both today ("You should get this test done within the week...I wouldn't wait.") One doesn't take my insurance and the other is closed on Wednesdays.

Truth be told, this may be the Swift Kick in the ass that I have needed to finally get my health back in order. Until the test can be completed, I am drinking lots of black tea and soy milk, taking vitamin B and searching for a meditation class.

And I'm trying not to panic. Heh.