<div dir="ltr">Man ! take care ... <br>good to hear you feel better ...<br><br><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Wed, Aug 13, 2008 at 1:55 PM, Niall Munnelly <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:aleph@aleph-null.net">aleph@aleph-null.net</a>></span> wrote:<br>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;">I was on the beach, idly throwing a stick around for the<br>
dogs, when the dizziness hit. There was a sudden pressure<br>
in my chest and my left arm went numb {but it also hurt, if<br>
that makes sense}. I thought, "Well, this is a pretty good<br>
place for it," and waited for the inevitable to come, but it<br>
didn't. I just felt like shit. Shivering and sweating, I<br>
drove to my aunt's house. She's a nurse, so she took my<br>
pulse and blood pressure, which were both really high, and<br>
she took me to the doctor.<br>
<br>
The doctor has this prosumer ECG thing {they don't say EKG<br>
here} with attendant software that spits out probable<br>
results. I looked at the screen while he was away.<br>
Possible myocardial infarction. Atrial fibrillation,<br>
something something ischemia. Visions of cheeseburgers<br>
danced in my head. When he returned, he took great pains to<br>
assure me that the program is very conservative, that is to<br>
say liberal in its diagnosis. It's best to err on the side<br>
of caution when an overweight guy's talking chest pains.<br>
<br>
I spent the night and most of the following day sitting<br>
around between batteries of tests, including three or four<br>
more ECG readings. Clean slate. Blood tests indicate<br>
/slightly/ elevated cholesterol, but no damaged tissue in<br>
the heart. ECGs show a perfectly happy, healthy heart,<br>
ticking transient after transient in better time than a 909<br>
ever did. I even did that treadmill test and just about hit<br>
my target heart rate, but I'd been fasting and ran out of<br>
steam. All this bog-trotting out here's done me some good -<br>
I'm healthier than I look.<br>
<br>
So, they sent me home, citing a plethora of probable causes<br>
- a strained muscle in the thorax. Pleurisy. Anxiety. My<br>
chest and arm still feel like a great dane is sitting on<br>
them.<br>
<br>
--<br>
Yours,<br>
Niall.<br>
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</blockquote></div><br><br clear="all"><br>-- <br>Romain Gros<br>rXg<br><br>
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