Where has the time gone?

I cannot believe that October is tomorrow. Where did the time go? This year has been so short and so fast. The only reason I can come up with is that I was sick for the first 4 months. I worked and slept and that's about it. Those months were a waste.

But now I know I am completeky healthy. Not to say that I still worry about my heart but everything came back normal! The flutters just come and go now and I try very hard not to think about them. But I still can't help thinking that my family history does not prove promising for me or any of my siblings.

On another note the world is falling apart in front of my eyes. The economy is collapsing and the people are soon to follow. I am lucky to have a job that is always needed but I can only imagine that as people lose jobs and then lose their health insurance they will not come in to our office but end up in the ED on their death bed. Or they may come in to the office but (as they already do now) they won't fill their prescription because they "don't have the money." More people will do drugs, become alcoholics, abuse their children. We are screwed.

However who knows if I will still have a job if I fail this stinkin' Boards exam again. It is so frustrating that I can study my brains out but still not do well. I'm always scoring 60%. I need to work harder on my test taking skills but right now I am working on the details so that if there are any give away questions I will get them right. We shall see.

As for the next 2 weeks they are pack full of wedding stuff and studying, not to mention getting ready for the big trip to Boston. Not sure how everything will work out but I pray it will and am working hard to fit everything into my schedule.

October is another one of those months that will fly by. I am hoping it takes its time though because I really want to savor all of the memories that will be made this month.

Follow-up

Ok Ok Ok....I've been away for awhile. Here's why...

I got a new puppy! He was 2 months old the day I got him, 6#6oz. That was August 21. You may think I am crazy....and yes I am. But he is so cute.

See? You can't resist that face. He does drive me crazy at times but I have to remember he is just a puppy and can't be perfect....although right now he is pretty darn close!

But yes I am crazy because as of last post I was having heart palpitations and seeing they are most likely due to stress, a puppy was not going to help. I think, though, that he has distracted me from all the fluttering in my chest and in that way is good. Distraction is key.

I did call my doctor. She was on vacation that day. I asked for some reassurance from the nurse on the phone and she told me that no matter what she told the doctor he was going to want me to come in. I got an appointment that day!

In the office I felt stupid....I am a physician but act like a patient. I do this so I don't get all cocky like I've experienced with other physician parents. This doctor said it was likely stress but he should do a complete workup. His complete workup included much more than I ever imagined and didn't include a thyroid level. I had no balls to ask if he could check my thyroid because that would be stepping over the line in my head. Ugh.

So first I went to get some labs done. They took blood from both arms and filled 6 or more tubes. I left there begging for some blood back.

Then I had a holter monitor. They placed stickies all over me and sent me off for the day to monitor my heart. Crazy thing was it was Labor Day weekend....not very stressful and very little activity inside my chest. The hardest part of it was taking those darn stickies off. They weren't so sticky....more like cemented to my body.

My doctor came back from vacation and called me with the results. She said I had a bunch of PACs (about 200 or so) and few PVCs throughout the day. She asked me to stop drinking caffeine. That was funny.

Then she said all the labs were normal but she thought I still needed one more lab done to check my thyroid! No...really??? Then I felt like a complete idiot for just not asking in the first place because that meant I had to go back to that damn lab and give them more of my blood when they already got plenty of it.

Yesterday was the last test....my echocardiogram. I had one about 4 years ago when I became a patient of my current doctor because she was the first one (besides myself) to hear my murmur. This time I had to go to Christ Hospital for it. I was the first patient of the day---in and out! The tech remained poker faced throughout the study. I hate that. I want to yell--"Give me some clue as to what you are seeing." I tried reading the echo myself but ended up just making myself see things that probably weren't there. So now I wait for the results. I am expecting that little has changed since the last echo. MVP tends to be very benign and usually doesn't progress.

Simply stress. Simply stress. Simply stress.