A strange thing happened on my way to back surgery. The pre-op EKG had an inverted T-wave… whatever that means.
After looking at older EKGs, then taking three more, the cardiologist was reasonably sure it was a false alarm. Of course there was no way to absolutely confirm that without additional testing. That’s why I was in the hospital Thursday night instead of Friday morning.
Test, test, test. Poke, poke, poke. Sleep? You must be kidding.
After my surgery, in an effort to dot all the “i”s and cross all the “t”s, my newly acquired cardiologist arranged for a stress test. I wasn’t physically ready to walk to exhaustion so this was a pharmacologic stress test.
Drugs were injected through an IV. They fooled my body into thinking I’d been working hard on a treadmill.
The brew they squirted into me was also radioactive!
Sound weirdly scary to you? It did to me.
Like I said, the original EKG was wrong and this test only served to confirm that. After the electrodes were removed I was given the card you see at the top of this entry.
“Hand this to the TSA,” I was told.
The card was mine in case I had to fly over the next few days. There was enough radioactive fluid in my bloodstream for me to show up as a walking dirty bomb!
Strangest identification card ever.