As some of you may know, yesterday was my nuclear enhanced stress test and echocardiogram – or what will forevermore be known as, “the day my legs died.”
From a layman’s perspective, it seemed my heart was working even though I’m in terrible shape, My legs were killing me as I kept going and going on the damn treadmill, waiting for my heart rate to reach the target zone.
“Ok John, in ten seconds I’m raising the incline and speed again so be ready.”
“Ok John, you’re holding steady at 140. We need to get to at least 153.”
“His blood pressure is still good doctor.”
“Ok John, we’re going to dial it up again….”
Oh please God, NO!
I’ve known for years I’ve been cursed with exceptional lung capacity (even though the pipes swell up occasionally). I don’t know if this had anything to do with my ordeal yesterday, but I lived. I got a call from one of the doctors that the results came back negative – good blood flow through all the arteries and vessels.
Now I have to wait on the results of the echo – probably until Monday.
I’m encouraged though. One down, one to go.