My stress test was yesterday morning at 11:30. I gave up on the treadmill for the test years ago. Too much work. Went to the nuclear test. Easy. The last two have been dobutamine.
For the dobutamine test, I am lying down. Hooked up to everything. The dobutamine dripping into my arm.
The test took unusually long. The dobutamine is supposed to get my heart rate up to 120. Started at 60. Stayed at 60 a long time. I could sense a concern that it was not going up. They gave me a shot of something else. Still no progress.
I kept hearing from those working on me that my heart was still sleeping. Another way of saying I was not moving much off the 60.
A doctor was called in. Now, I was concerned! I could hear the discussion. Do we stop and have him return another time? Do not want to give him more of whatever?
My heart must have heard the discussion. It woke. Started moving.
Rest of test normal.
The after effect, a first. I was exhausted! Dead tired! Wow! Made it to home and bed. Slept for three hours. Felt better afterwards.
I will be informed of the test findings tomorrow.
The test was the result of my having chest pains two weeks ago and on the same day. I took nitroglycerin each time. The pain went away each time. Not a good sign. If pain disappears, means you are probably experiencing a heart problem.
I slept through the time I was supposed to be rewriting and refining the material for my blog talk radio show in the evening. I winged it. The show went the same as if I had spent that extra hour working the material over.
Enjoyed a light dinner at Roostica.
The Presidential primary races suck. Need issues and not personal clashes.
Our country has had similar campaign wars in years past. Today is nothing new. Except may be exaggerated more.
I spoke last night about the Presidential election of 1832. Andrew Jackson and Henry Clay. Hot! They ended up hating each other. Jackson won. Clay returned to the U.S. Senate.
The Senate was investigating some matter. They wanted documents in Jackson’s possession turned over to the Senate. Jackson refused.
Clay figured he had Jackson! He got the Senate to censure Jackson. The Senate did not have the power. Jackson ignored the censure.
Jackson was a proud man. He took the censure attack personally. When Jackson left office, he said his only regret was he had not shot Clay.
Last summer, I met Frances Watson Clark at the Chart Room. We spent a long time chatting. She wanted to write a book about Key West. She wrote it and recently sent me a copy. Title: Images of Modern America – Key West.
The book is a series of photos taken over the years. Not in sequence. Each with a brief history beneath the photo. Her work in actuality a novel. Not merely a bunch of pictures. The wording below each photo a piece of Key West’s yesterday.
I recommend the book. email@example.com.
The book has the usual Acknowledgements section. Frances mentioned me in the Acknowledgements. A first for me. She wrote, “A chance encounter at the Chart Room granted me the fortune of meeting Joe Petrone, a columnist for KONK Life and blogger extraordinaire…..”
I know. She got my first name wrong. Nevertheless, I appreciate the mention.
Joe Liszka died in October. I wrote about him at the time. A Key West luminary.
At 5 o’clock today, a Celebration of Life will be held at Tennessee Williams. The theatre was needed because of the anticipated crowd. In addition to all his accomplishments, Joe Liszka was loved.
Today is hump day and screw off day. Hump day we know. Screw off is because today is my friday. I work through the weekend. The weekend being my busiest time. Wednesday, thursday and friday are mine. Nothing to do, except write this/my blog.
Screw off has already begun. I remained in bed till after 7.
Enjoy your day!