Blue Jay

I was at the clinic in Churchtown early for my nuclear stress test to see what was causing my a-fib.  First I got an injection of something radioactive  (I asked the name of it but it's unpronounceable and, hence, unremembered.)  I was sent back out to the waiting room to sit for an hour while the stuff circulated through my blood stream.  When I was called back I was asked to lay in a tube while lots of pictures were taken.  Not easy to be still as instructed so I shut my eyes and mentally went through the Olympian gods and goddesses (Greek and Roman) which took over my mind until it finally ended while I was contemplating Japanese vs. Chinese script.  (I could explain how I got there but it's not germane.)  Then I was walked across the hall to a room w/ a treadmill in it - the stress test!   The tech explained that for a-fib the treadmill wasn't going to be used but instead I would be injected w/ another chemical which would produce the readings they required.  She called in two nurses and I kidded the tech by asking if they were there to hold me down.  "Oh no!" she exclaimed, "We all will be taking data."  Which was true.  The tech pressed a button periodically to record measurements from the electrodes pasted on me.  One of the nurses took my blood pressure every minute.  The other nurse seemed there to question me.  Was I warm enough?  Did I have a headache?  Did I feel sick?  Did I feel light headed?  She then repeated the questions again and once more.  The whole process only took six minutes.  I answered no to all her questions but did mention I had a slight metallic taste in my mouth.  That got them postulating among themselves why some people could taste the medicine and others can't.   I piped in that being able to taste it is an indication of high intelligence.  (Google any abnormality and the results always include that it shows high intelligence.)  The three 'sisters' ignored me.  I was sent back to the waiting room for another hour to let the latest medicine circulate/abate.  While in the waiting room, the high keen of a child could be heard from some examination room.  I turned to the lady seated next to me and quipped, "Maybe she failed the stress test."  I got a wan smile in return.   Must remember that while everyone is friendly at the hospital, most people aren't in a joking frame of mind.  After my allocated rest period, another set of pics before I was set free.   First stop - Culver's.