So I went to the doctor and…hold on I have a joke…
"I'm so worried" the patient said as the nurse prepped him for surgery “Last week, I read about a man who was in the hospital because of heart trouble, and he died of pneumonia!" "Relax," the nurse said smiling. "This is a first-rate hospital. When we treat someone for heart trouble, he dies of heart trouble."
Anyway, I met with a cardiologist on Friday and after some poking, prodding and paperwork, the Doctor thinks that I have an irregular heart beat…yeah, no sh*t doc, why else am I here?! He speculates that my shortness of breath could be caused by fluid leaking into my lungs due to blockage of flow through and around my heart. Nothing is consequential yet, I am still waiting for the test results. I am going back into the gym this week; I have to get back on the horse or whatever. I have gained a ton of weight back over the last two weeks and I really hate the feeling of sliding down a slippery slope of lethargy and into a shirt-that-barley-looks-like-it-fits-when-I’m-standing-and-definitely-is-too-small-when-I-sit-down kind of wardrobe. My trouser top button is holding on like Vince Vaughn on the gymnastic rings via Old School “Still holding…STILL HOLDING!”
More to come...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Pangs
Man, I feel like crap.
I haven’t been to the gym in over a week and it is really starting to show physically and mentally. I do have a reason for my self-imposed émigré from the fitness center…I have been having some erratic and painful chest pains…or is it pangs? Why is it that ‘pangs’ is only pared with hunger? I personally like the word Pang… the word resonates when uttered and has a lingering effect of whimsical sincerity…Anyway, I have been experiencing these chest pangs for over 3 years and have done nothing about it…dumb I know. “Pride cometh before a fall…” as the saying goes. I have no legitimate reason for not going to the doctor about this…I just try not to think about it. My symptoms use to happen maybe 3-5 times a year; I thought nothing of it and would push through the pangs and carry on as though nothing was wrong. Recently, as in this last year, my chest pangs have increased to once or twice a week. My heart starts to beat rapidly and irregularly, I have shortness of breath and fatigue. Am I over exerting myself when this pang strikes? Nope, I could be sitting down perfectly calm and Bam!, it’s on. My wife is very concerned and I am…intrigued, to see what the deal is with my unruly heart. So I have an appointment booked with a cardiologist this week. Most likely it’s nothing and I just get an excuse to not do my ‘honey do list’ for a week.
I haven’t been to the gym in over a week and it is really starting to show physically and mentally. I do have a reason for my self-imposed émigré from the fitness center…I have been having some erratic and painful chest pains…or is it pangs? Why is it that ‘pangs’ is only pared with hunger? I personally like the word Pang… the word resonates when uttered and has a lingering effect of whimsical sincerity…Anyway, I have been experiencing these chest pangs for over 3 years and have done nothing about it…dumb I know. “Pride cometh before a fall…” as the saying goes. I have no legitimate reason for not going to the doctor about this…I just try not to think about it. My symptoms use to happen maybe 3-5 times a year; I thought nothing of it and would push through the pangs and carry on as though nothing was wrong. Recently, as in this last year, my chest pangs have increased to once or twice a week. My heart starts to beat rapidly and irregularly, I have shortness of breath and fatigue. Am I over exerting myself when this pang strikes? Nope, I could be sitting down perfectly calm and Bam!, it’s on. My wife is very concerned and I am…intrigued, to see what the deal is with my unruly heart. So I have an appointment booked with a cardiologist this week. Most likely it’s nothing and I just get an excuse to not do my ‘honey do list’ for a week.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sweating Whiskey...
I’ll have you all know I am ‘as sore as a two dollar whore’ today! My personal trainer (what up, Dustin) had me doing these leg exercises called Sumos on Saturday…They were super intense…I mean If someone was using this as a form of torture - I would have spilled the beans about whatever they wanted to know!
Anyway, did I mention that I went to the gym at 9:30am on a Saturday? That’s right; I crawled out of bed, and trudged into the gym (as I if was walking the green mile) and proceeded to sweat out Friday’s beer and whiskey conchairto. As I strapped myself into a leg press/medieval tortures device, I felt a feeling of accomplishment, albeit undeserved, it was there nonetheless…I also felt the nausea associated with early morning hangover and well…effort, I guess. My workout session lasted just under an hour and after word I felt really proud of my self…so much so that I went out and had Mexican food, beer and whatever else I could find…(sigh) well , I guess the working out part is becoming a little easier…Now I got work on the willpower to not eat the ‘so good but so bad for you food’ part ;0)
Anyway, did I mention that I went to the gym at 9:30am on a Saturday? That’s right; I crawled out of bed, and trudged into the gym (as I if was walking the green mile) and proceeded to sweat out Friday’s beer and whiskey conchairto. As I strapped myself into a leg press/medieval tortures device, I felt a feeling of accomplishment, albeit undeserved, it was there nonetheless…I also felt the nausea associated with early morning hangover and well…effort, I guess. My workout session lasted just under an hour and after word I felt really proud of my self…so much so that I went out and had Mexican food, beer and whatever else I could find…(sigh) well , I guess the working out part is becoming a little easier…Now I got work on the willpower to not eat the ‘so good but so bad for you food’ part ;0)
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