So here i sit one hour away from my scan...the one that is going to scan my aorta and all my arteries...with the help of some...ummm DYE...(that word scares me...just change one letter...) oh well ...im a little anxious...two reasons...anxious about the actual scan and anxious about the results...i spoke to the vascular surgeon..and from what he can tell so far i may not need surgery...but this scan will be the tell all of that. If i dont need surgery that is great...but from what he says i will need medication...for the rest of my life. So in other words...i have the rest of my life to look forward to arterial issues...*sigh*...Next?...did i say Next?...No i believe i didnt...but the shit just keeps coming like a fuckin snowball down hill....rolling into a huge fuckin mammoth snow ball aiming right for me...and no matter how much i run and duck for cover...it seems to be catching up to me and ultimately smashing me into the shit. Im tellin ya...there is only so much a person can take personally and on the issue of their health before they give up...completely.
