What She Wore: Black running pants; navy blue and white polo shirt I stole from my husband; navy blue tennis shoes. Virtually nothing fits me, and I have no desire to get any more maternity clothes, so I’ve sunk to stealing clothes. Sheesh.
I while back, I blogged about one of those life-changing events that happened to my husband. You can read the long version if you want, but the short version is this: a minor heart-defect prevented my husband from pursuing his life-long dream of flying air planes for the USAF.
Well, when he got his diagnosis from an Air Force doctor, it was recommended that he have it checked periodically to make sure the condition wasn’t deteriorating. He had this done about two years ago by a cardiologist, and after he checked out OK, he never really looked over his paperwork again.
Last week my husband took a class on re-entering the civilian world, and one of the items discussed was disability. It was recommended that you go over any long-term diagnoses that you received while on active duty. We have no intention of filing for disability, but my husband thought it would be a good idea to just go ahead and look over all his paperwork.
The report from the cadiologist contained some very interesting news.
According to that doctor, my husband doesn’t have a heart condition: he’s fine.
The amount of profanity I’d like to share is unbelievable. Some hack doctor completely changed the course of our lives and put us through an unbelievable amount of misery.
The Hub is non-plussed. He thinks all is for the best, and we’d have a whole life-time of this if he had become a pilot. As it stands, we have just a few more months.
He’s probably right, but I’d still like to cuss somebody out.