Heart Center

Got dizzy the other day at work. Kind of thought it might be the end for me. Got me a little anxious thinking that I’d drop dead right there in front of my colleagues. Felt like I was really liquored up. Nothing was spinning, just really out of the ordinary on a Wednesday morning at 11:00AM!
Went home, took a shower, laid down for a couple of hours. Didn’t feel any better, especially when I stood up. Drove myself to St. Marks. Probably not a great idea but I imagine the price of an ambulance is exorbitant!
Sat there in the ER for a good four hours. They ran all the tests, couldn’t find a thing wrong. The doc was awesome, don’t remember his name so well but my nurse was Joni. She’s 20-​something, likes to ride mountain bikes and looks like someone I really would have liked dating 25 years ago. They told me to follow up with a cardiologist the next day so I drove back the next day.
James S. Zebrack was who I ended up seeing. His PA came in first. Great guy, really liked him. The doctor followed shortly thereafter. I was probably sitting in the examination room all of 6 minutes before he showed. Listened to my heart, asked a few questions, listened to my sob story of a life. All the while I got the overwhelming sense of listening. It was like he had his stethoscope in his ears to hear everything I was saying and everything I wasn’t. It didn’t make me uncomfortable but it should have. He was looking at my charts, the results of all my tests, yada, yada, yada.
He was completely unimpressed. I was certain I was having a stroke, heart attack or this was the onset of symptoms from a brain tumor. He was convinced I had an inner ear infection, probably viral and that it was going to run its course, be it one week or two months. Suggested a cardio stress test but I was so damn dizzy when I came back two hours later that he prescribed some meclazine and told me to go home.
I was really impressed. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed but I’m smart enough to know when I’m around someone that’s brilliant. This guy is the goods! He wasn’t super warm and fuzzy. Nobody was getting a hug the two times I met with him but I’m not sure hugging was appropriate or necessary. I suppose if he had just transplanted a heart in my chest, then there would have been hugs.
See this guy or his associates. You’re in very good hands!