Stress test

OK, so yesterday I took off the afternoon to go get my scheduled stress test out of the way. This consisted of different types of breathing into a tube (with and without a snorkel-like mouthpiece) in a “rested” state, and while on a stationary bike of increasing levels of resistance.

The tech was a young, good-looking blond Brit (whom I incorrectly guessed “Scotland?” “Er, no. England.” — oops). The whole thing took about an hour, and I wound up a little sweaty afterwards. I got a printout of the results, but as of right now it’s alphabet soup and pretty colored graphs of my breathing cycles.

There’s a follow-up in a couple weeks after the cardiologist gets a chance to interpret the stress test results. He and my GP will put their heads together to see if they can get an idea of the overall “state of affairs” of my cardiovascular system. I’m not concerned about either, though having a slight regurgitative murmur in the heart is not exactly news you hope to hear.

Anyhow, we shall see.