REALITY in Postcards 4

Two San Diego policemen at Comic Con.

I really didn’t want to do this last test. You knew that. But I showed up, not at all awake, without my teeth or hearing aids, without my meds, or coffee, or toast. Yes, the baseline test went well. The test is a Dobutamine Echocardiogram. A non-walking stress stest. The idea is to raise my heart rate without going over a certain level.

From where I laid, on my side, I could see the screen and the green line of my heart beat. From the minute the nurse began injecting the Dobutamine, my heart rate began to soar. Pretty soon the room began to fill with people including the lovely new doctor.

“We knew that was going happen,” she said almost joyously. The other cardiac man who was there agreed, as did two nurses and two techs. It was a small room.

My heart doesn’t like medications everyone told me.

They gave me another med that brought my heart rate down, and sent me home where I took a three hour nap. We got the loan from the bank, and if G goes off to the Friday Meeting I’m staying home and taking more nap.

Thank you all for caring and for your lovely notes.
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• Himself: Starting work at 5, signing for life at 4.


• Myself: Dozing, signing, dozing. At least I am cleared for surgery.


• Photo: Mine: 2015.


• Reading: The new Box.


• Gratitude’s: George had a lot to put up with today.