So I have heart surgery and I think all is well. But I continued to have palpitations. I went back to the cardiologist and I got to wear a heart monitor for 24 hours. Well, now the cardiologist tells me that the problem which caused the 250-beat-a-minute arrhythmia was fixed, but I still have a problem…tachycardia, which I assume to be a fast heart beat ‘in a general sort of way.’ So now she’s telling me I can’t take Adderall anymore because it could kill me (the doc in Birmingham told me I could resume it). Oh, and coffee has to go too. But here is the kicker: she tells me that there is no surgery to fix this problem and I will have to take medications the rest of my life. SCREW THAT.
Naturally, I don’t like what she has to say, so I call my family doctor so he can refer me to another cardiologist for a second opinion. Well, I go see him and he sings a different tune than the cardiologist. He thinks that the problem was never fixed in the first place. He gives me some new meds which aren’t supposed to mess me up like the beta blockers (though its listed side effects are apathy and breast development in males…just what I always wanted). But that brings us to the present day, and I am currently awaiting my ‘second opinion’ with a cardiologist at UAB.
Anyway, the bottom line is that every doctor seems to agree on one thing: my lifestyle had to change. So now I get to be a live, breathing example of how a life event changes one’s life course (yay…Life Course Perspective exemplified). Or, I get to be a stubborn asshole that didn’t pay attention to his wake-up call and dies at an early age because of a lifestyle which would, at times, make most rock stars proud. So here goes nothing…no bad substances (never illegal…just wanted to clarify) and an Adderall-less graduate school experience. Wish me the best.
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