SOB at the cardiologist

I went to the cardiologist yesterday and am heading back tomorrow for an echocardiogram. It's nothing unusual, just an annual visit to make sure the walls of my heart haven't gotten too thick, which happens for some people with Friedreich's ataxia. Most neurologists I have seen think I may possibyt avoid it because my FA seems to be on the less bad side. But then again, the doctors say, I may not avoid it.

I actually did not see my cardiologist, but rather the RN that works in his group, and let me tell you: She can take my vials signs anytime.

By that, of course, I mean I felt very confident and relaxed in the capable hands of this fine medical professional. Also, she was easy on the eyes, although too old for me. I would guess she was 40. HEE

I told her the only cardiac symptom I had was trouble catching my breath (I'll pause here while every family member, at least, takes a deep breath). She wrote on my chart "SOB." I hope this stands for "shortness of breath," and is not some medical shorthand for either, "this son of a bitch is wasting my time" or "poor son of a bitch, he'll be dead in a week." Or maybe it was short for "I spent umpteen years in medical school, and this son of a bitch is judging me on my looks."

I guess I'll know if I go in for the echo, and my chart says "JACKASS."