The Vampire in the City

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 Β 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 Β 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.


About April

I'll come back to this when I find out who I really am. I've been through some extremely rough patches but they have made me a better person. I blog if my brain is functioning first thing in the morning.
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19 Responses to The Vampire in the City

  1. You’ll get to the bottom of your health issue and figure it all out April. I love your plan for the next time your off-spring decides to move! ❀
    Diana xo

  2. joey says:

    I’m beginning to see that it is activity that keeps people lively as they age. I won’t say why I’m noticing this, but I am.
    Atlanta driving is harrowing. Driving through is bad enough, and I’m the one who does it, but when we’re actually in Atlanta for days and days, it’s best The Mister drives, because the stress is too much for me.
    I certainly don’t drive moving vans, or even lil box trucks!
    You certainly got a work out!

    • April says:

      I didn’t do the driving…in fact, I didn’t even do my passenger seat commentary. I’ve driven in the city but in a much smaller car. It’s just not for me. He lives on the northwest side now so I can go back roads to his apartment. It will take a while but I75 is just as scary.

  3. No matter what age the papers tell us to have, we are not older than we feel us April πŸ˜€
    Then we just need to work more hard to keep our body to follow that age, which you did so good here.

  4. I am still at that age of 35 also dear April.. πŸ™‚ Glad the move is over and hope you find some answers to your health problems with Less Blah Blah Blahs.. xxxx Love to you xxx

  5. So… did exercise. πŸ™‚

  6. Glynis Jolly says:

    You did mention exercise. — I’m a poor physical shape. I don’t like it. I started doing some exercise, again, about a month ago. Not a lot of exercise seeing that my disability won’t let me, but still… I’m doing what I call” half swats”. Come to find out, my mom’s doctor calls them that too. I sit on a kitchen chair and then stand, sit down again, stand up again, blah, blah, blah. I do it for the count of 50. It gets my heart pumping and I breathe hard for about 3 minutes after. Ask your boy doctor about this.

    • April says:

      I will. I have steps to go up and down and call that exercise. My problem is lack of motivation, however, my clothes are getting too small and I don’t want to buy new.

      • Glynis Jolly says:

        I just thought, if possible, this type of exercise would be good for your lungs. You wouldn’t have to start at 50. I started with 20. You had mentioned in other post about the hesitation to go outside. Instead of walking grand puppy, maybe you could do this instead.

  7. mewhoami says:

    The blah blahs can be a little too much blah blah sometimes, but you’re right, they do have some good points in the midst of them. Sounds like a busy day/night for you all. Your vampire is lucky to have such accommodating and helpful parents.

  8. Gallivanta says:

    My goodness that was a work out. The UHaul solution for next time sounds like a good idea!

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