Gas Line Troubles

My last blog, October 28, indicated that the blog would be down for time to do so engine repair. Well, as some of you know, the engine itself is a good shape. It seemed to be the gas and oil lines leading to the engine that were in need of immediate repair.

Two Sundays back, I embarked on what I though would be another long walk. I had just returned from a birthday dinner celebration of "Doc" John Warman's birthday. Without having gone even a full block, I found myself encountering some frightening shortness of breath. I suspected the culprit was indigestion. So, I turned back to the residence and sat back for a while. In no time, I felt fine but very tired by the experience. A couple of Rolaids and I was feeling fine.

On Monday morning I drove to the barbershop. I had to park about three blocks from the shop. While walking there, I had a similar incident with my breathing although it was not as intense. After the haircut I walked to the car, and pointed it to New Mexico Avenue where my doctor has an office. I could not afford to play with these two signs of some trouble. As soon as the doctor returned to the offices, I was his first customer. Dr. Umhau checked me out and decided it would be best for me to have an immediate consult with a cardiologist. Dr. Nancy Davenport, noted cardiologist in DC, is also a tenant in the same building. Within ten minutes of arrival, I was looking at pictures of my heart (eckocardiagram) and then in another ten minutes looking at the ekg report sheets that were being pumped from the printer. Five minutes later: "There is something there that is not right. We need stress test. I will set that up for Thursday.

Thursday, and the mystery begins to unfold. Nearing mid-day, I appear in "light clothing" at Dr Davenport's office. Within three minutes I was submitting to another ekg. That completed, Dr. Davenport tell me that another aid will be arriving to hook me up to the eckocardiagram machinery. Once hooked and looking at the heart, I was directed to get on board the treadmill.

In just about a minute's time, Dr D. moved me back to the eckocardiagram table. As she and he aid looked at the pictures of my pumping heart, she said, to her assistant "Do you see what I see?"

Well, she directed my to what was the beginning of something I would never have suspected.

You will have to wait for the next installment. perhaps later this afternoon.

Fr Milt