Last night Rob and I headed out to see a movie. Finally. This is the first night in forever that it hasn't been raining. We headed over to Burbank, had dinner at a cute little Greek place, and then saw a 7:25 showing of A Series of Unfortunate Events. It was a very cute movie.

Today I had my cardiologist appointment. I left the house around noon and it took me about an hour to get over to Good Sam. I spent the time before the appointment hanging out in Rob's office.

At the appointment I had an EKG done, was asked all sorts of questions, and the doctor listened to my heart. No stress test is needed, he knew from the EKG what was going on. The good news is that I did not have a heart attack. The bad news is that I have a serious problem with my heart. I have irregular heartbeats and the top two chambers of my heart beat faster than the bottom of my heart. This is a condition which can lead to such fun things as a stroke. Speaking of which, remember when my left side went numb back in law school? He thinks that was a small stroke - too small to have shown up on the MRI or CAT scan. And that's not a good sign. This condition is the reason I get palpitations and chest pain. It's also why I'm tired and dizzy a lot of the time. This weekend for 24 hours I'm going to be rigged up to a heart monitor. It will be turned in on Monday and that will tell him how bad off I am. There's a good chance he'll be putting me on Beta Blockers for a while. But that's just a temporary fix. There's not really much that can be done about my condition. It can't be fixed, I can only try to ward off making it worse. Stress is the number one thing that will speed the problem along. His recommendation is to not be an attorney. If I go the route of a housewife I can probably live a good long time. Something stressful like being an attorney will shorten my life span considerably. I'm still looking for work as an attorney though, but I'm thinking it might be best if I try and find a transactional job and stay out of the high pressure of litigation (which sucks since that's what I wanted to do).

So, things are not good. If you have any questions about this feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me. I'm doing my best to sum everything up here. After the doctor appointment I had my blood drawn. I'm still at the hospital. After the blood draw I needed to eat something and then have another blood draw two hours after eating. *sigh* I'm going to be at Good Sam for a long time tonight. The blood draws are to check a few things out - one of which is to see if I'm diabetic. They think that I might be. That doesn't have anything to do with the heart problem, but if I am diabetic it's something they'll need to get under control.

I feel like a pin cushion. They first tried to take blood from my left inner elbow. Nothing came out. They then tried my right inner elbow (which now hurts like hell and is all bruised) and still nothing came out. Then they tried my lower right arm and nothing came out. Finally, they were able to get blood from the back of my right hand (which also hurts like hell). That's where they're going to have to draw from again. Needless to say, I am not having a good day. Not at all. And I think Rob's pretty freaked out over my diagnosis.