So I head to a cardiologist to tell me the results of the stress test… since my doctor couldn’t.  I do find it interesting that in the old days doctors kind of did everything and now they have to send you to specialists for everything. “Oh that’s a pretty nasty looking hang nail – My nurse will see if a hand surgeon is available in the next few weeks to take care of it.”  I know a bunch of it has to do with insurance and malpractice, but…

So the cardiologist tells me that while my performance on the stress test was great, there was still some question about my old ticker and he suggests a cardiac catheterization which in basic terms (I am not a doctor, nor have I ever played a doctor on TV although I have watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long blog a bunch of times) they run a tube up an artery  into your heart inject some dye and see what happens and where the dye goes.  If it is normal- great!  if not they immediately try to repair the part that isn’t working right.  Sounds simple… it is, unless you are the one going through it, then it is just a bit on the terrifying side.  I try to put on a good face for Sue and everyone, but in reality I’m scared to death.

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Fortunately for you, dear reader, you are getting this in hindsight so if are worried for me, I appreciate the the concern, but all this actually happened right as I had learned I was going to be funded to start this comic and travel to England (talk about an emotional roller coaster).