It has been almost 3 years since my last entry. I graduated Summa Cum Laude from my Master’s program, went to work in a methadone clinic for about two and a half years until I earned my LPC, and am now working at a well-known and -loved rehab as a clinician. It wasn’t what I had envisioned for my professional life, as my last post will demonstrate, but it is rewarding and satisfying.
Oh, and I almost died last year of a heart attack.
It seems that the LAD (a.k.a. “Widowmaker”), the artery which feeds the entire left side of the heart, was 90% blocked. It was stented, I completed cardiac rehab and was forced to take 5 weeks off from work, but then I was declared better. Lifestyle changes were ordered and, for the most part, ignored. I had another cardiac catheterization that August, but it was clear. This past June I had another cardiac episode, was cathed again, and they found that it was 70-75% blocked again, this time by scar tissue. My stent was stented, and I had to go back to cardiac rehab. This time I quit my very stressful and increasingly ugly job at the methadone clinic, a position my doctors disapproved of due to the stress and hours, and started the job I have now. Better pay, better hours, more doing the work I want to do rather than “check-ins” that didn’t challenge me or really help my former clients.
My diet continues to be a struggle. My cardiologist doesn’t want me eating any carbs or fat. What’s the point in living, then?? And I suck at exercising. I used to run 6 miles a day, and now my knees hurt when I stand. I need to push myself more. Since Thanksgiving I have improved my diet, but not the exercise. It helps that my office is separate from the main building, so I have to walk across campus to attend meetings or make large copies of the worksheets I like to assign my clients. My office is uphill from the main office, so I get a little exercise every day. That’s good, right?
Anyway, I’ve felt like writing again and the best way to do that is to just write, right? So here I am once more.