|I must break . . . out in SONG!|
Yesterday, as part of my pre-op checkboxes, my doctor had me do some lab work and then get an EKG. I’ve never had an EKG, and I assumed I’d be on one of those treadmill things, strapped with a couple dozen electrode-thingies, forced to run on an increasing incline at faster rates much like Ivan Drago did in Rocky IV.
Kaiser’s lab opens at 7:30am, so I headed off from my house a little before 7:00am. I was the third or fourth in, and took #6 from the “Wait-UR-Damn-Turn-inator”. When 7:30 rolled up, the lab check-in process started rolling and I was quickly in a seat, having my blood drawn by an expert phlebotomist. Almost no pain at all, which I always appreciate and thank!
Then it was up to the fourth floor for the EKG. I was the second one into the waiting room, and that window didn’t open for check-in until 8:00am, so I had a short ten minute wait. This is almost never a real problem for me, as I’m always carrying my Kindle with two or three books that I haven’t read, and a slew that I’d be willing to read again.
Unfortunately, as the receptionist told me, they don’t start doing the EKG until 8:45am. Well, this is what I’m doing this morning, so that’s what I did. I settled in to read for the next hour, tearing through the last third of Nick Cole’s The World as We Knew It and then started into Eric Lahti’s Saxton: Yee Naaldlooshii. The lab tech for the EKG collected me around 9:10am, and we took a short walk down the hall.
|EKG tests get your heart going!|
“You can set your stuff there,” she told me, and gestured to a chair. I deposited my messenger bag and sunglasses.
“Lay down and pull up your shirt.”
What’s this? No disrobing and putting on a hospital gown? No treadmill set to 95 degree?
The tech put six or so sticky-pads on my chest and attached cords to each one.
“Lay still and breathe normally,” she said.
I did so. Or at least as much as you can in a cold hospital lying on an uncomfortable bed-thing with my feet hanging a good foot off the end.
“That’s it,” she said a moment later.
Seriously, like thirty seconds. It took more time for her to take the pads and cords off of me than for the actual test.
I hope I passed!