Above is an ultrasound of my chest baby. I shall call her Tick Tock. Okay, this is actually an echocardiogram of my heart. For those of you who may have read about my recent Medical Emergency Fun, I wanted to post a quick update.
First of all, thank you all so much for your kind words and thoughts! There's nothing quite like a potentially serious medical emergency to let you know that a lot of people care about you. And it's great to know to know that there are people out there who care, even in the so-called impersonal domain of internet-land.
Well, after my super fun emergency room visit, I had a follow up with a cardiologist. There they stuck even more stickers on me for EKGs then did an ultrasound of my heart and key blood vessels. This process, by the way, was the most unpleasant of all. For one thing, getting a good picture apparently involves digging that little echo wand right into your ribs or sternum.
Secondly, I learned that one probably shouldn't wear a wig for a test like this. Not only did I have to lay on the paper-covered table, but I had to roll around into weird positions so they could echo stab me from different angles. Lots of different angles. There were multiple points when my wigwas about to get pulled right off and that would have been quite embarrassing. Luckily for me the tech spent most of her time looking right at the machine.
|I'm smart. But not smart enough to go wigless to a doctors' appointment.|
"Estradiol." she said matter-of-factually then stated "Okay, that's for birth control, but what is the spironolactone for? Acne?" In my heart birds fluttered and sang a merry tune! I love passing as cis with medical personnel. There's something just kind of extra nice about that because I figure they know anatomy really well and they're paying attention.
|Pictured: Me blending in as best I can on my morning commute.|
What I have is actually called Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome. That basically means that I was born with an extra electrical pathway in my heart. Because of this, sometimes the electrical signals can get screwed up sending your heart into overdrive. Unfortunately, it occurs more in men than women, which makes me a little sad 'cause it's a tell. That's why I like my green eyes because green eyes are more common in women than men. It makes me feel like I pass more.
The nice thing about my syndrome is that it's not life-threatening and if it gets to be too much it's easily treated with medication or a simple surgery. So, baring any other rare genetic conditions I may yet be unaware of, I should be able to keep writing and podcasting until I'm a little old lady.
|Also I will keep taking selfies.|