Back from the Cardiologist!
I must be their favorite patient. Not sick enough to worry them but sick enough to qualify for all kinds of involved tests. Dr. A says: oh. don't worry. We're not going to change the medication but you should have another stress test. it's been five years. Oh., I am thinking, the damned treadmill again. No, said Dr. A, "the six hour nuclear stress test. We'll see what's what inside of the heart."
They found nothing worrysome in the carotid arteries, so let's dig around in my heart.
It is the diabetes- every specialist's ticket into the world of yet more and more sophisticated tests.
Sorry, I am ranting. For all the money spent on these tests, i could have had a new pancreas and lived happily ever after. But nooooo! We don't deliver cures. We deliver patienst as long as possible.
I am now going to have a large glass of wine. Screw my liver!