Tomorrow I go in for a Thallium Stress Test. This exotic pleasure was brought on by an off-the-cuff mention I made during my physical exam that my heart sometimes skips beats. Apparently this test involves a treadmill workout, followed by an injection of a radioactive isotope into my veins and subsequent photographs with a Gamma Camera to see if some areas of my ticker are not getting as much blood as they deserve. Then I get a 2-3 hour rest on a flat table and more nuclear pics. They told me to bring a book.
This should effectively kill an afternoon for me, and cost me as much as a one-year membership to Fitness USA.
1 comment:
good luck w/that Dave......I'll be thinkin about you as my heart beats a few extras just thinking about it
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