Test Anxiety

Next Tuesday morning I go in for a stress test.  It's been over three years since I had my heart attack and it's time to check and see if there are any more blockages that need tending to, or if the old ticker is good to go for another few years.

I'm nervous as hell.

Of course, if there is a problem with my heart, I want to know about it and get it fixed....sooner the better.  Still, I know what it will entail if there are any problems.  Hospital.  Pain.  Medications.  Probably more drastic changes in my life.  Some of those changes might be in exercise and I just do not want to give up my dreams of muscle.  I guess that's what is really causing the anxiety....that I might have to lower my activity significantly.  That plus the last time I was hooked up to a bunch of tests the results told me I damn near died. 

So I've spent the last week studying, so to speak, for the test.  As I understand; I'll have a bunch of electrodes stuck all over my body along with a blood pressure cuff.  Then they'll inject me with some radioactive shit and take an x-ray to see what my heart looks when I'm calm and relaxed and sitting on my ass.  After that, they'll put me on a treadmill and get my heart rate going.  I really have no idea how fast or how much incline the treadmill will have or just how high they want my heart rate to get.  When they have worked me enough, I'll get another shot of kryptonite or whatever it is into my veins to take another x-ray of my rapidly beating heart.  

To prepare for all of this, I've been doing cardio out the ass....upping my speed and incline.  I don't know why but I feel like I have to display a good level of fitness....that maybe somehow it will show my heart is in great shape. 

I'll let everybody know how it turns out.

....and if I glow in the dark afterwards