have just been reminded, when you have a cardiovascular Cardiolite stress test. It’s an interesting four-hour experience. How I managed on the treadmill also seems interesting.
I get this test every couple of years because of that 1989 cardiac arrest that left a permanent scar on my heart, somewhat impairing its operation, pumping less than a normal amount of blood with each stroke.
Check in at the Ross Memorial Hospital. Wait for the first step, in which an attendant injects the Cardiolite into my veins. Back to the waiting room while this tracer makes its progress through my miles of blood vessels. I put the wait to good use. Stretching out my legs, folding my hands in my lap, I lean back with my head against the wall, and have a little sleep. A powernap. I must be an inspiration. When I awake, I see a couple of other guys, younger than I, sleeping soundly. Is powernapping contagious?