Good news: I have the heart of a twenty year old. Pumps like it should, blood goes where it should, speeds up and slows down like it should. Other than the right bundle branch block, which is common and usually without symptoms, not a thing wrong with the ticker.
Bad news: Now we start over in our search for what's wrong with me. Maybe I should start keeping notes so I can be on Mystery Diagnosis some day.
The cardiologist is recommending to my primary doc that I get a full pulmonology work up and thyroid testing.
I'm starting to believe that one of the women I work with was correct: it's menopause.
One thing that treadmill test showed me was how seriously out of shape I've gotten. I was supposed to tell them one minute before I couldn't go any further so they could inject the juice. About nine minutes in (it increased speed and slant every three minutes), I told them it wasn't my heart or my breathing, but my freaking legs were about to give out. I hadn't felt that wobbly since running up and down the hills of San Francisco.
But good old Dr. Cardiologist said that there was nothing stopping me from resuming my regular workouts as long as I watched my breathing and didn't get dizzy.
Great. I'll do that. Tomorrow.
Loki sez: I recommend frequent napping.