I got bad news on Tuesday. My heart condition is serious and will require another appointment with a cardiologist and probably more tests. They need to figure out the cause to know how to treat it.
My little exercise bike arrived on Monday, and I’ve got it set up. So far, I’ve only tried it out to make sure it works properly, but I will start using it either today (after my workout session) or tomorrow while I’m sitting around.
I had another test done yesterday to hopefully figure out what’s wrong with my heart, and now I’m back playing the waiting game. In the meantime, I attended an online workout session through the weight management program I’m in, and it was a little bit of light cardio and strength training, so I plan to continue attending.
I ordered a small “under desk” exercise bike for when I’m watching TV or can’t get outside for a walk. It should arrive on Monday, and I’m a little excited to get it. I know it won’t solve all my problems, but it’s a little something more I can do to help myself, and that’s what counts.
My Doctor got me set up with a weight management program before discovering my heart condition, but I went ahead with the first appointment and discussed my concerns with my “coach.” I can go for walks and I can certainly work on my eating habits, so I don’t see this as a waste of time.
One of the things I’m working on is getting more vegetables. I’m only tracking how many times I eat a veggie right now (along with how many times and for how long I go for a walk), but just the tracking is making me decide to choose veggies over other foods.
Last week, I didn’t say why I was having more doctor’s appointments and tests done. It’s my heart, and it’s not something that can be fixed with diet and exercise, though I am taking steps to reduce any strain on my heart at least until I know what needs to be done.
I also quit my job so that I can deal with the appointments without having to worry about requesting the time off, and also so I can spend more time with my family. The job I had required me to work pretty much every weekend and some evenings, and my days off never matched up with my boyfriend’s.
What was supposed to be one of the last Doctor’s appointments I had resulted in a need for more tests. I also started a new job this week, and now have to spend the majority of my time off at those appointments, assuming my scheduling requests get accepted. I’m grateful for the medical care, but I am so tired of there being something wrong with me and not knowing exactly what it is.
I’ve had quite a few Doctor’s appointments since meeting my new Primary Care. She’s wonderful and is trying to get everything taken care of that hasn’t been done since before the pandemic started. I’ve got more appointments coming up over the next couple of months.
Now that I’m more settled into my new home and getting back into my morning and evening routines, I’m back to eating healthier and I’m sleeping better. Now I just have to work on the exercise part of the equation.