Sunday, March 21, 2010

Just Jenn

I spent a lot of time in that sleep study lab because it was the Heart Function Clinic by day.

Every month for three months, and then every other month after that, I walked through the hospital doors with my heart in my throat, wondering if it would be the month I got the bad news. I thought I'd have to have surgery. It never occurred to me that the bad news was over.

They kept track of my weight because swelling is a bad sign with cardiomyopathy. After I weighed-in at the start of each appointment, they hooked me up to the ECG machine.

I had to get undressed in one of the sleep labs, put a hospital gown on backwards and lay down on the bed. When Nurse Heart came in, she would stick about five suction-cup-thingies on my chest, stomach and ankles, and then plug them into the wires that fed my heartbeat to the fancy machine.

If the printout looked like a mountain range with peaks destroyed by a crashing plane, then I still had PVCs. As I laid on the bed, waiting for Nurse Heart, I would wish the pilot had finally checked his engines before boarding his plane, but those flat mountains stayed with me for a while.

And then I’d have to tell Nurse Heart how many pillows I slept on and if I had been out of breath enough at night to wake up. She would take my blood pressure while I sat on the bed, and then again when I stood up.

Dr. Heart would listen to my chest, check my ankles for swelling and ask me the same questions.

They were both really good at soothing my fears when I was brave enough to talk about them. Even if there wasn’t an answer, Dr. Heart had a way of focusing on the now and on the good possibilities.

He was never impatient with me or dismissive. I didn’t know him before the PVC discovery, but I think he’s the kind of guy who would have treated me with respect no matter what.

Cardiomyopathy changed the way many people treated me. Suddenly, I wasn’t wasting their time.

Since I was diagnosed, doctors have been calm and sympathetic. The lab techs taking my blood, the receptionists at the cardiogram clinic and the volunteers at the Heart Function Clinic have all been extra-nice.

Friends and family members who knew about my heart got really serious about my health. The light well-that-sucks-but-at-least-you-won’t-die attitude was abruptly changed to an oh-shit-this-is-not-good attitude.

People were worried; people were just-in-case-nice. As in, just in case you die; just in case you’re life-changing sick.

I wanted to have a life outside of nice and away from the hospital. When I took off the gown and didn’t talk about it, I was just Jenn.

4 comments:

  1. It sounds like you were getting very personal care. And good people were treating you.

    Helen
    Straight From Hel

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  2. I wish I could say the same. I have so many questions, but get to spend less than 10 minutes every three months with my cardiologist. Where is this Heart Function Clinic?

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  3. Hey Anonymous, if you tell me who you are, maybe we can talk!

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