Bit of a panic the last couple of days. Funny thing is though I wasn't worrying about my heart, rather the fact that I might not get my op if my heart was playing up again. With chest pains for a couple of days I tried running up and down the stairs like something demented waving my arms around my head assuming that if the pain was angina it would start up after all this activity but nothing. Lying it bed I could feel it again. Come the morning and I made the decision to take myself off to the hospital for an ECG to let me know one way or another. Half of me didn't want to but the other half told me that if I didn't go I could end up ill on the operating table in a couple of months time and be in danger. Thank goodness all the tests were fine. They took blood, (I was terribly brave) to compare the enzymes from the last time I had one done after my heart attack and did an ECG and all was normal so relieved I left hospital happy and with my mind at rest. The Dr. thinks it could be muscular or skelatal and told me to keep an eye on it, if it doesn't go I'm to get an appointment with the cardiac specialist to make sure the stent hasn't slipped.
All a bit dramatic isn't it.
It's getting closer and I'm planning my last supper. Think it will have to be at Jimmy Spices in Epsom. What is this mentality of having to eat as much as you can till you feel sick. Do thin people do this too or is it just us fatties. I'm assuming I wont do it after I'm done. Will I try and stuff just one more pea in or will the half a dozen or so just be too many already.
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