Yesterday was not a great day. I had a business meeting to go to, and it was in San Antonio. Not a huge deal most of the time. I drove over there in the early morning, and settled in at 9:00 for what was going to be a couple of hours followed by lunch and a leisurely drive home. I figured that I could easily and slowly make my way home, maybe the back way, where it wouldn’t be a big chore.

That was the idea. What actually happened was that the 2 hour meeting became an all day affair. By about 3 in the afternoon, I was pretty flaky and had a massive headache building. By the end of the day, I felt pretty bad. In fact, by the time that the end of the day rolled around, I realized that I was in no shape to be driving back to Austin. Put it this way: even my eyeballs hurt. Since I was down in San Antonio, this presented a little bit of a problem. Luckily I have a wonderful wife; she and my father in law came down to hang out on the Riverwalk and eat Mexican food with me, then she drove me home. Even so, we had to stop half way for me to recover from the drive.

Needless to say, that didn’t make me feel particularly strong. Or smart.

This morning I had a meeting with my cardiologist; that’s where I picked up another symptom. They took a blood pressure reading, and it was 106/68. The nurse checked both arms, and it was the same; she just said that this was, “good.” Sure, maybe its good, but its also a lot lower than I’m usually reading (120/80 on a good day, 138/85 once on a stressful day). Weird, huh.

Anyway, I ended up scheduled for three more tests. On Friday I’m going in for another, higher quality echocardiogram. On the 30th, I’ve got a treadmill stress test. And this morning I had to go in for some more bloodwork. Of course, they told me to just go to my doctor’s office, who told me that they weren’t set up to do that type of test (needed to freeze the sample or something) so I had to go to another lab, where I got to sit for an hour before my turn came up. Why is it that medical clinics almost always seem to be in dilapidated buildings? The chairs were comfy, at least. An hour of waiting, one vial of blood drawn, and I was on my way off again.

Anyway, when I was at the doctor’s office (TSFM, not the cardiologist) being told that they couldn’t do the blood work despite what the cardiologist’s office had said, Dr. McCarty stopped in and chatted with me. My lovely wife had talked to her yesterday during a checkup, and I was told in no uncertain terms that I shouldn’t have gone to SA. More than that, she got me to admit that I still had a massive headache and more dizziness. I was told to get myself over to the clinic, then to go home and go to bed. That’s pretty much what happened.

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