Unsettled Futures
It’s like working against a deadline. I feel pressure to get the apartment and life in order before my own health deteriorates too much. My chest hurts so bad most of the time. The doctor says “there’s some evidence” that I’ve had a heart attack so I have tests scheduled for next month, after my husband’s surgery thank God. My eyesight seems worse all the time and although the last exams I had didn’t seem to reflect or justify the difficulty I’d been having seeing, I guess perhaps it’s time to check again.
Then there is the matter of the van. I need to find and purchase one ASAP. No telling how long it’ll take the VA to make a decision about what we qualify for, but he has a cardiology appointment in two days and I don’t have a viable plan for getting him there.
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Happy ending: This was written some weeks ago and is pretty representative of my thought processes. There’s always some kind of deadline I’m working against, but if I keep my head down and keep plowing through, it gets down. The chest pain; after a series of tests, including the one that revealed my “life-threatening allergy” to the nuclear agent used in nuclear stress testing, the cardiologist says I have a “strong, healthy, beautiful heart” and no blockages, absolutely no plaque anywhere.
And it was awful, those weeks of scrambling for transportation options, but now we have a handicap van. More about that next week!
