And now I've reached the point where I'm using live journal to whine about health problems
I may be going into heart failure, or I may have a chest infection. Either way, ridiculously small amounts of physical activity (by which I mean a flight of stairs or a flat walk to the metro) make me feel like I've been kicked in the sternum, I have trouble breathing when I lie down, I cough like a smoker and feel like shit.
And I'm so paranoid that I keep thinking I see the other symptoms of heart failure but maybe I'm just imagining them because I'm 1,000 miles from home and fucking terrified.
I miss living in the same city as my cardiologist. I know that the US health system sucks but I'm sick of the NHS (the UK has their own health-horror stories, you know) and I'm sick of feeling like I'm going to die or miss so much of this placement that I end up failing.
If this is a chest infection, then maybe the antibiotics are shit and/or one week isn't enough and maybe I'll be fine by next Friday blah blah. But if it's not then I've got another month-and-a-half to put up with the symptoms of congestive heart failure before I can be seen by anyone remotely involved in cardiac health. And then they can sit around for months while they decide what to do, and by the time they can get anything scheduled, my visa will have expired so I have to go home anyway, where I don't have health insurance and so can't be seen by anyone!
Fuck. This.