How I went from needing angiography to becoming more serene
I could feel the drops of sweat forming on my forehead as the slope increased. I was desperately trying to convince myself that I was still fit enough for my age but the nagging thought that I had become an overweight time bomb was overpowering me.
Being in a whitewashed room the size of a broom closet didn’t help my anxiety. All the while the damn doctor who, obviously, was bored out of his wits, steadily increased the incline of the treadmill, as I tried to keep up with a closet-full of wires sticking out of my body. The whole scene felt like a vintage B movie remake of The Matrix.
It all started with my decision to take a routine checkup on my friends’ advice (damn you, dear friend!) who told me that everyone should get one on a regular annual basis.
The blood test results were okay, just a few “near the border” results, but nothing alarming. The heart stress test (or treadmill test) was another story as I could tell from my doctor’s look as he nonchalantly disclosed his diagnostic.
You need to have an angiography immediately.
WTF??!! Angiography at my age? And immediately?!!
The weight of those two adjacent words made my stomach churn. An angiography may not be the most dangerous of operations but it can still kill you. And the risk ratio is 1 to 1000. It’s huge if you ask me.
Some instinct helped me flee the dear doctor’s clutches and postpone my angiography to a later date, and so my ordeal started for the next several months.