So the results of my cardiovascular testing came in and everything is fine except that I need to lose weight and I’m experiencing extreme physical and emotional stress. That’s not surprising given the circumstances of the testing.
Before administering the tests, the nurse asked me about my medical history. When I started telling her my recent history, she suddenly began to hyperventilate and shake. Tears were rolling down her face and she was literally wailing, “Oh, God, oh, God!”
“What? What’s happening?” I asked.
“I’m pregnant,” the nurse gasped. “Seventeen weeks. I’m now afraid this will happen to me, too.”
For the next 15 minutes, I worked as the nurse’s psychotherapist, trying to convince her that everything will be fine and she will not experience what I had.
Then the nurse shared that she had recently suffered a perforated ulcer but wasn’t seeking any medical help for it. So, of course, I had to give her a talk on how important it was to seek help because a perforated ulcer is something very serious.
Then the nurse shared that the reason why she had the perforated ulcer was that she’d been having horrible migraines and kept taking insane amounts of painkillers. So, of course, I had to give her a talk on the importance of seeking medical help for her migraines and not just self-medicating.
Then the nurse shared that the reason she was such a mess was that her family life was horrible and nobody at home cared about her or what she was feeling. So, of course, I had to give her a talk on the importance of seeking help if one is in an abusive relationship.
Then the nurse started taking my pulse.
“Hmm, this is strange,” she said. “It looks like your heart rate is elevated. Are you experiencing any stress?”
2 thoughts on “Extreme Stress”
For the love of fucking god. Yes!