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So I went to the cardiologist (finally--I was supposed to go two weeks ago but had to reschedule because my mother was in town) on Tuesday. First of all, he too was hottt. Why am I having all the medical crushes lately? Very strange. Still, makes ponying up a chunk of change for the doctor a little easier!
We went through my heart history--of the 5 big risk factors (which are, I believe, smoking, diabetes, genetic history, blood pressure, exercise--I think??), the main one I have is genetic. As I said, my father's family is RIDDLED with heart disease--my grandfather (heart attack, coronary), both my uncles (multiple heart attacks), my Dad (angioplasty before age 60), my brother (atrial fibrillation), at least one of my aunts. The doctor was mainly interested in Daddy and my brother, because they are first degree relatives. Daddy smoked throughout the '70s and '80s which exacerbated the likelihood that something might happen. But Stuart's and my risk profiles are fairly similar--no diabetes, neither of us smokes, we both exercise, etc. So I am assuming something could happen to me as well.
At any rate, Hottt Doctor wants me to come back a couple more times (okay!)--he wants to do a stress test (no, not the Scientology nonsense but a test where they measure your heart rate as you exercise) and a followup after some lifestyle changes. We shall see! But he doesn't think there's cause for alarm, at least not right now.
In other news, played another pickup soccer game last night and I'm not even in any pain today! And I guess I'm now considered a regular because I was one of the captains last night--what fun! AND I scored and had another assist--yay! Skills are comin' back, so happy! One of the teams we played had a couple of super-aggressive jerks on it, including one older (late 40s?), bigger guy who clearly had Something To Prove. He kept taking really hard shots at the goal (I should explain the setup--we play three games at a time on a regular-size field, so we are playing on half-size fields with much smaller goals. Each goal is about 3 feet high and 3 feet wide, and the top is arched (not square). So a hard shot on goal will almost certainly go wide--the best way to score is to work it in). I was standing in the goal and he kicked it very hard--it went over (of course) but not before SMACKING ME IN THE FACE. I collapsed onto the turf and naturally most of the players nearby on both teams came running over, trying to help me. Except one. Mr. Something To Prove didn't have shit to say--I don't expect an apology per se (although most players will offer one as a matter of form) because getting hit is part of the game. But you really should say "are you okay?" or something like that, and if you don't you're an over-aggressive asshole (as my team agreed later after the game). One of my teammates said "well, good for you, at least you blocked it!" I said, pointedly, "no, it would've gone wide anyway, my head is higher than the goal." In other words, kick it as hard as you like, Insecure Male, your shot still was a bad one. In fact it was terrible as it went over the fence (so--WAY high) and he had to climb over the fence and get it. Then a little later he sent *another* one over the fence and I said loudly "you probably shouldn't be kicking it so hard, the goal isn't really wide enough for that." Watching him trudge back after having to climb over the fence again warmed the cockles of my heart.
Other than that, good game though--I'm thrilled I scored again. Have another game this Saturday.
We went through my heart history--of the 5 big risk factors (which are, I believe, smoking, diabetes, genetic history, blood pressure, exercise--I think??), the main one I have is genetic. As I said, my father's family is RIDDLED with heart disease--my grandfather (heart attack, coronary), both my uncles (multiple heart attacks), my Dad (angioplasty before age 60), my brother (atrial fibrillation), at least one of my aunts. The doctor was mainly interested in Daddy and my brother, because they are first degree relatives. Daddy smoked throughout the '70s and '80s which exacerbated the likelihood that something might happen. But Stuart's and my risk profiles are fairly similar--no diabetes, neither of us smokes, we both exercise, etc. So I am assuming something could happen to me as well.
At any rate, Hottt Doctor wants me to come back a couple more times (okay!)--he wants to do a stress test (no, not the Scientology nonsense but a test where they measure your heart rate as you exercise) and a followup after some lifestyle changes. We shall see! But he doesn't think there's cause for alarm, at least not right now.
In other news, played another pickup soccer game last night and I'm not even in any pain today! And I guess I'm now considered a regular because I was one of the captains last night--what fun! AND I scored and had another assist--yay! Skills are comin' back, so happy! One of the teams we played had a couple of super-aggressive jerks on it, including one older (late 40s?), bigger guy who clearly had Something To Prove. He kept taking really hard shots at the goal (I should explain the setup--we play three games at a time on a regular-size field, so we are playing on half-size fields with much smaller goals. Each goal is about 3 feet high and 3 feet wide, and the top is arched (not square). So a hard shot on goal will almost certainly go wide--the best way to score is to work it in). I was standing in the goal and he kicked it very hard--it went over (of course) but not before SMACKING ME IN THE FACE. I collapsed onto the turf and naturally most of the players nearby on both teams came running over, trying to help me. Except one. Mr. Something To Prove didn't have shit to say--I don't expect an apology per se (although most players will offer one as a matter of form) because getting hit is part of the game. But you really should say "are you okay?" or something like that, and if you don't you're an over-aggressive asshole (as my team agreed later after the game). One of my teammates said "well, good for you, at least you blocked it!" I said, pointedly, "no, it would've gone wide anyway, my head is higher than the goal." In other words, kick it as hard as you like, Insecure Male, your shot still was a bad one. In fact it was terrible as it went over the fence (so--WAY high) and he had to climb over the fence and get it. Then a little later he sent *another* one over the fence and I said loudly "you probably shouldn't be kicking it so hard, the goal isn't really wide enough for that." Watching him trudge back after having to climb over the fence again warmed the cockles of my heart.
Other than that, good game though--I'm thrilled I scored again. Have another game this Saturday.