Okay, it's not the same as the Joys of Sex, but walking can be pretty good.
Yesterday I went to the pulmonary clinic for some tests. I have some of the results and I understand precisely nothing that any of the results report.
However, I had another echocardiogram, and while I do not have the results of that, they DID send me home, unlike the first one after which they sent me to the hospital.
The best news was that I did another six minute walk, and this one covered three hundred-plus meters, and my oxygen level never dropped below 93%, and my heart rate stayed under 120 bpm the whole time, which is a huge improvement from just a couple of weeks ago.
On the 13th, the doc doubled my Viagra from 3 to 6 a day, and I'm convinced that this is making the difference.
I never thought that walking up and down a hallway in the basement of a hospital could be so exciting.
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Viagara. Exciting.
I have to keep reminding myself that the key word between those two words was walking.
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