Last week, I ended up in the doctor's office again. Testing for strep. Again. And of course I had it. Again.
I'm starting to think there's a stream-o-strep that everyone knows about and avoids walking through but me.
In the course of the exam, the doctor noticed an abnormality with my heart beat. My freshman year of college, I found out during a routine physical that I had a heart murmur. I asked Mom about it then and it turns out I've had it my whole life, but wasn't ever told about. Umm, alrighty then.
So, life continued on normally, and I usually only give it any thought when I have to go to a new dentist because I'm supposed to be on antibiotics when I have dental work done (this according to the last heart murmur related exam I had, oh, 11 years or so ago).
But now I'm having to think about it because the doctor who examined me decided I needed to have a closer look taken at my heart. I agree. If there's something wrong, especially if it's potentially serious, I'd rather know sooner rather than later.
I got the referral paperwork in the mail this weekend. I haven't called yet. The only reason? I'm terrified. But I'm dealing with it. Of course I'll call and schedule the appointment. I'm hoping that it's minor or easily fixable. Only one way to find out.
However, there is some good that's already come from this. It's become crystal clear that I worry about some unnecessary crap. That. Has. Ended.
Welcome, self, to the new evolution. Hang on.