it took me 3 years to go for a third opinion, primarily because I assume that if two completely unconnected doctors say the same thing, it must be right.  But after 3 years of complaining that maybe my heart is okay but I’m feeling lousy, and not being checked even once, I gave up.  And he raised suspicions that it was the medication that was making me into the zombie I have become and sent me for a heart mapping with radiation.  For some reason the appointment came very quickly for today, and after 5 hours of fasting (longer than needed but we got busy) I got to the clinic.  

Since I was told the test would take 5 hours and my radioactivity would keep me isolated during that time, I asked Ezi to leave.  But as soon as I stepped into the waiting soon, and saw the old couples holding hands, I realized I shouldn’t have sent him home.  We might not have reduced the age of the patients, but we might have brought one or two to smile.

Anyway there was an injection and a stress test first.  No big problem – great technicians with the kind of sense of humor I need for these occasions.  Then waiting.  Then a big machine taking pictures and telling me when to breathe for half an hour.  Then waiting.  Then dismissal.  Barely 3 hours.  And I was home by 6.  Results in 2 weeks

Then 2 hours of advice from friends around the world about what the proper procedure should have been and what this test means, why I was sent home early, and what the dangers are.  

I feel better already!