What the doctor said...

Though I felt good when I arrived at Drew's last night, I faded fast. I left around 8 or so, without having watched any DVD. I fell asleep almost as soon as I got home.

I woke up at 1 am. Interestingly enough, I'd watched the last 15 minutes or so of a show on the Kursk tragedy, and ended up dreaming about doing a translation about the incident (one of those strange "nightmares" I wrote about recently). I driften into and out of sleep (mostly out of) until the alarm went off.

I managed to get to the store and came back soon after. And went to bed. This fatigue is all-consuming. I cannot translate more than a couple of paragraphs at a time.

I went to the doctor. He has set up a date for me with a cardiologist in Durango tonight. Said cardiologist will do a bunch of stuff that will probably include an overnight stay. (I have no idea where the insurance card is.) If I'm lucky, I'll go home tomorrow.

The preliminary diagnosis is that this may be a recurrence of the myocarditis that prostrated me for about a month in 1997 while we lived in Houston, or a case of pericarditis; hence, the visit to the heart doctor.

I do earnestly hope to be posting here again, and soon.

Cheers...