I don’t go to the cardiologist for another 11 days but I do have a copy of my heart test readings.
As you see in the picture above, the notes said inferior myocardial infarction. From what I can deduce, that meant I suffered a minor heart attack. It also said age undetermined, which likely meant that the test didn’t reveal when it had happened.
And I think it really did happen very recently.
I had been trying to get back into good physical shape with some cardio and some yoga. I also made it my goal to lose some pounds since being overweight is definitely not helping me. For the most part, I felt fine after a 30-minute elliptical session.
I did not feel fine the last few days.
I went for a walk to the park on Saturday. To the park and back was a total of three miles. It’s a good exercise, right?
I found myself catching my breath for pretty much the rest of the day. I had never felt so fatigued in my life. I actually wanted to do the elliptical but I thought better of it and didn’t push it.
Yesterday, I decided to do some crunches. I figured that I’d do some crunches and do the elliptical.
I felt exhausted after the crunches. Like REALLY exhausted. It felt like I ran ten miles (I actually don’t know how that feels like; I dislike running very much). I was once again trying to catch my breath for the rest of the night. It didn’t feel great.
People have told me to take it easy. I certainly will. I will not push anything until I see the cardiologist.
Earlier today, I decided that I was going to try driving on the freeway. It would be my first time doing this since the accident. By the way, my accident was on the surface streets. Still, there was some worry about how I would do this.
Adrenaline kicked in when I got on the ramp.
It actually felt good changing lanes and speeding up. But once I was cruising on a straight line, that’s when my heart started to beat fast. It’s like if there’s some lull on the freeway for me, I get anxious. I needed some action.
So yeah, changing lanes and speeding up was fine for me. I worry and sweat when it’s a straight line. The more I think about it, the more it made sense. After all, I got in an accident driving a straight line.
It’s not perfect. I feel tense right now but, at the same time, I feel accomplished that I was able to drive on the freeway all right.
But once again, that took a lot out of me. Right now, I’m tired. You can’t exactly ask me to walk a block. It’s frustrating to be this limited but at the same time, I can’t push it.
So yeah, this is what happens after a heart attack.
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