I Got An A On My Stress Test

I had my stress test today. I think I did well because I studied all week at work for it. If anything it just proved that I am horrifically out of shape.

Before I had about a dozen electrodes stuck to me, the Echo Technician (Is that a cool title or what!?) ran a razor and the equivalent of a sanding pad over the spots where they would go.

The first part of this test is an ultrasound of your heart at rest. I watched my own heart beating, very creepy. To me, it looked like it worked fine, Lub-dub… lub-dub… and so on. I’ll have the full news on the 31st when I got back to the doctor to go over the results of my cholesterol test and the stress test.

After the ultrasound is was onto the treadmill. It only took about 8 minutes for my pulse to reach 180, and then it was a quick jump back to the ultrasound to see my heart in action again. I sat there panting and wheezing for a while they basically told me I was fat and out of shape. Thanks!

It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, after all, I did live through it. It isn’t something I would do on Saturday afternoon if I was bored though.