The first time I saw a cardiologist was in the autumn of 2019. I was terrified. Every doctor and specialist I had seen prior told me they couldn’t find anything going on with me.
They would say maybe I was sick; after all, most people don’t go and buy a wheelchair out of pocket for funsies. But they certainly couldn’t prove it.
When I was called from the waiting room, there was an onslaught of preliminary testing, each with a different human. I wasn’t warned or given a heads up.
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