My blood pressure and pulse were so low they decided to hook me up to an EKG machine.
I was like: poop shit.
And here is the full version and not the short Facebook post. LOL. You're welcome:
Leave it to me to cause panic in the doctors office when they took my blood pressure. Got hooked up to an EKG and monitored. Then breathing tests. Asked all kinds of questions.
Are you feeling ok?
What is going on, Kathryn?
In all this frenzy I lost a contact and my spares are at work.
They didn't like that answer either.
I added...Now I have to drive with one eye.
Silence from the doctor.
Despite me saying..."Dudes, I am always this low," they didn't like it; they continued to look at me like I was going to go into cardiac arrest and stop breathing.
They also never had been called dudes.
Then while reviewing my information:
When were you diagnosed with asthma: 2005. Why so late? Did you have it when you were young and ignore it? Or develop it later?
Developed it later.
Ok. What caused you to go seek medical attention for it?
Meth lab exposure.
It was when I was a police officer.
Some sigh of relief and wide eyes.
Oh. Wow. Ok. Any major injuries in your life?
A broken neck.
Ok. Car accident?
No. Police fight.
Look up from clip board*
What for and why?
My ovaries decided to be a bitch.
I can see you are going to be an interesting patient.
After all the testing, more doctors came in. Apparently the fourth doctor agreed I have a heart of an Olympian. Now if I was just blessed to be that ripped.
Yep. Story of my life.
And then after putting a new contact in my left eye after being 2 hours late back to work, I had to repeat this story to the bosses. You can imagine the laughter on that one.
Yep, that's our Kathryn.