So I had a little respiratory adventure the other night and decided to swing by the doc-in-a-box I use for some antibiotics, figuring I had a bug.
Doc listens to my chest and we wind up taking X-rays and an EKG. Good news, my lungs are fine. So's my heart... now...
Turns out some time a couple of years back I had a heart attack (inferior infarct) and just walked through the damned thing without a clue. Tells you what my life's been like. But my heartbeat, well...
For those of you who don't spend your spare time reading EKG's, let me offer you a quick musical interpretation...
Anyway, doc-in-a-box is sending me to see the nice cardiologist and we'll move on from there...