PALPITATIONS; OR, PAGING DR. LIVESEY
Slight medical concerns.
Too many flutterings in me chest.
Yo-ho-ho-? Oh no?
Billy Bones, old ghost --
Was this Dr. Livesey's warning?
Heart palpitations?
Heart, thyroid, esophagus?
Disturbing, whatever the root cause.
I feel TOO aware of my beating heart:
I am NOT an Elvis impersonator, after all.
Minor issues, I am expecting.
Sheer stress, if I am lucky?
Waiting on bloodwork,
which feels medieval -- and not.
I felt a little flutter after a good hour's paddle, right?
And, then, the next day, after a long desk-duty?
And, after another desk-duty?
And, when I settle down to sleep:
flut-ter . . . flut-ter.
But, hey, I'm 59, that's normal, right?
*I feel embarrassed to say that much, frankly.
Plus, I have been in consultation--by email and phone--with doctors.
Pre-Covid 19, however, I would have had an in-person visit.
Still, and this is a main reason I am posting at all:
men like me tend not to seek medical help;
men like me tend to be stoic until we drop in our tracks;
men like me tend to realize just a little too late
how much knowledge or help could really make a difference.
(And not just men like me. Women too.)
