This morning I went for a stress test and a carotid artery test. It was just a maintenance thing that I do every 10 years or so. She said not to speak while she was giving me the test, but she was a talker and didn't take a breath, so I couldn't answer. That was hard because usually I can't shut up. But she was cute and probably my granddaughter's age, so I didn't complain as I didn't want to look wimpy.
My arteries are fine, Must be the Prizapro so they gave me the stress test where you get on a treadmill, and it goes faster and faster until it blows a fuse or you have a heart attack. None of those things happened. I went into the room with the treadmill and the nurse or technician, but she could have been the person who sweeps the floor.
I looked at the treadmill and told her that I walk up and down 167 steps to the beach, then walk two miles every morning before the sun comes up.
She didn't believe me. I got on the thing, and she started it. I told her this is for little girly men or old Ladies. So she made it go faster. The number on the screen read 86. That was my heart rate. She said, after this much time, that's fabulous. I kept going, faster and faster. Then the thing raised up so I was running uphill. All the time she was reading my blood pressure but I thought she just wanted to hold my hand.
She told me, "I can tell you exercise a lot". All I do is walk up and down steps.
I kept going. She said I had to reach a heart rate of 138 for my age. After almost 15 minutes I reached that. She asked me if I wanted to keep going. I said, yes because I didn't get a chance to do my beach walk this morning because I had to be there at 7:30.
I kept going until she got tired of looking at me and I had to quickly sit down so she could take my blood pressure.
I asked her if I did OK. She said, No, which kind of scared me. She then said, You didn't do OK, "you did
amazing." I thought she was talking about my physique, but she wasn't. She said hardly anyone recovers that fast, especially at my age. I was very happy, and so was Dale, when I got home.
I hope I don't croak tonight.
