…because today is cardiology day.
It’s only a fifteen minute appointment so I’m pretty certain he will just order a monitor or whatever and send me on my way.
Maybe an echo.
I just really don’t want to end up with a pacemaker like my dad. I’m only 42.
Just give me thirty years on that one.
The thing is, if it is due to eating disorder causes, I couldn’t stop that train now if I wanted to. It’s not a choice.
So, just a little terrified he’s going to tell me I screwed up my heart.
Maybe I’ll feel relieved. I don’t know.
I know that’s an odd statement.
It’s hard to fight all the time.
Anyway, I’m just worried about the appointment and how I’ll feel. I guess we’ll find out.
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