7.8.16

Further more to my post about being bald the other day (it may have been a month ago, I've lost the plot!), i have realised a further issue. I need glasses to read, as most people of my age (27!) do. I used to put them on my head. It kept my hair out of my eyes and i always knew where they were. Now, if i put them on my head for any length of time, i get little dents in my scalp skin. I think its the nose rests/bridge/pads, whatever you call them. And if thats not bad enough, when i wear them to read something, they seem to weld themselves to the skin above my ears. I feel like I'm ripping my skin off when i take them off! Take heed people. This is gods way of telling you to eat more carrots!
Cure.
People in my cancer group keep talking about a cure. Its such a good word isn't it. Cure Cure Cure.
You'll never know till you die! Simple.
So it was my return to the hospital to see the cardiologist following my Echo co co co. I gathered my strength and took a deep breath to get me up the ramp. Got to the midway where you then turn a corner and felt the need to pretend i was looking at the lovely view from the window. In reality i was 'resting'. Trying to get my breath back. I continued the journey to the receptionist who luckily was talking to someone else. More chance to stop puffing like a 50-a-day smoker.
'You're in the wrong place. You need to be down in outpatients.'
Nobody had told me this. I was sent an appointment for my Echo in the cardio respiratory department and i was told my appointment with the cardiologist on the phone. No department was mentioned.
Luckily i still was puffing like a steam train so she was spared my wrath!
Down to the Yellow clinic. I waited. I played a game. I waited. Another game. I asked the HCA who always seems to bustle (but slowly) about looking important.
'Is Dr Carpenters list running late?'
'I don't know, I'm not dealing with Dr Carpenter!'
And he was gone.
No, 'I'll ask at the desk for you.' Or, 'Go and ask at the desk and they can find out for you.' What happened to helping or being polite? One day he will be in a similar situation, maybe in the diabetes clinic going on the size of his waist! I wish i believed in Karma!
Anyway, his clinic was running late so Dr Carpenter directed me to one of his team and told me he would catch up with me after the paperwork and the initial examination had been done.
Ejection Fraction is the measurement that determines how well your heart is pumping out blood. I believe the normal is 55 -75. Mine dropped to 48 after my first lot of chemo. It is now 47. I suppose thats ok in the grand scheme of things. I am very short of breath at the mo, but i believe that to be the chemo and hopefully will improve in time. I need to keep up the pole dancing!
Dr Carpenter seemed happy enough with me. We reminisced about the faux pas he made when he first met me regarding a gown he gave me to wear. We laughed! He said he still feels uneasy when he sees me......just how i like it!
I will be reviewed in a years time. A year to get fit, lose some weight, and grow some hair, maybe dye it a different colour just to confuse him.