At the office of my pulmonologist, we were discussing my shortness of breath and the pains I have on the left side of my chest. (I already know my heart is fine–had that checked)
I heard the usual blah, blah, blah, then I can possibly send you to a specialist to have stress tests on you heart, blah, blah, blah.
Wait a minute! There was a little more blah, blah, and during all the blah, blahs, my mind was focused on the age of this young doctor. The vision of the young doctor talking to the older patient about her heart. In my mind all I could hear is “57 years old….over and over”. Yes! I’m getting older in spite of the fact that my mind hovers somewhere around the age of 35.
So, yesterday, believing I do have the body of the 35-year-old, I decided to help my husband move the former Vampire in the Basement from one apartment to another. In the middle of the city of Atlanta! Do you know how hard it is to maneuver a truck in a city apartment complex?
The apartment he moved to was in the middle of high rise city. There were some scary moments traversing the narrow city streets in a pickup pulling a trailer behind. The term idiot driver came to mind more than once. Well, there were worse words coming to mind, but I don’t need to share them. Let’s just say city drivers are a different breed.
Why my husband and I are so accommodating to our children is a topic we need to address. We started moving at 5pm and finished at midnight. We then had to travel back to the suburbs and quickly got ready for bed, falling asleep before our heads barely touched our pillows.
Needless to say, when the Vampire in the City moves again, he will be renting a Uhaul and gathering a couple of his friends. Oh! I forgot to mention his old apartment was on the third floor. Annnnnd….it just happened to be one of those rare cold nights with temperatures hovering around the mid-30s. Guess who thought she wouldn’t need a coat? I was slightly thankful he wasn’t moving in the middle of August, though. I’m not sure I was much help, but I did haul a few things as I huffed and puffed up and down the stairs to his apartment.
So, the blah, blah, blah….you must exercise…blah, blah is going to come to fruition. I barely have any strength, and I want some of it back! Building up my lung capacity may be just as helpful. I want the words “Kick ass 57 year old….that’s who I am” to run through my mind every time I speak to a doctor slightly older than our oldest child.
You know, those doctors have some real information stuck in all their blah, blahs. I need to listen better and actually do what they recommend.