I can't say I'm a big fan of the holiday, but it turned out to be a pretty sweet Valentine's Day after all. Today, I had my annual echocardiogram at the cardiologist, which I always dread because it looks at the functioning of my heart, typically an issue in guys with DMD. But the news was good, folks. There was noticeable change since last year!
Not only that, but the very lovely Michelle, who performed the test, was able to find a perfect view of my heart on the first try, so my chest wasn't even that sore afterward from being pushed on with the probe of the ultrasound machine. You might say she saw into my heart -- hey, it is Valentine's Day, right?
So after leaving the doctor's office, I did what every good cardiac patient does to celebrate news like this: I ate a greasy, artery-clogging, but delicious Philly cheesesteak sandwich! My doctor wasn't especially thrilled when I told him where I was headed after seeing him. But I was on a mission -- in four months, I will be hosting friends from England (you know who you are). I want to take them to the best cheesesteak establishment in the city, so I've begun an expedition to find that place. Today marked the first stop: Dalessandro's, in the city's Roxborough section. Let's just say their sandwich warmed my heart, which was fitting on this day!