Stress Test & My Client

Here's how it came down. The old lady goes to the hospital and they escort her into a room and tell her to take off all her clothes down to the waist. She looks at the treadmill and goes "Huh???". Then they tell her to put on a gown with the opening to the front and lay on a table. Since the table had no stirrups, she felt safe enough. She does, however, inquire as to why she had to wear comfortable close-toed shoes. Seems there was a communication error between the appointment desk and the doctor. The treadmill isn't even part of the equation here.

Right arm - IV solution; left arm - blood pressure cuff. Tech, and RN and RN's assistant convince her she will NOT have a stroke or a heart attack and that her heart rate is 77. They will bring it up to 132-134 using some solution in the IV

Every 60 seconds they asked how she felt. Going from "Fine", to "I can feel my heart beating in my belly button!"....to "Yegads...my head feels like an over-ripe canteloupe!", she got through the test just fine. She informed the ladies present that she does NOT like that feeling, and now remembers why she doesn't exercise more.

She's told that her heart is fine, she's at 96% oxygen (whatever THAT means), her blood pressure is fine, and she should go downstairs and get a flu shot.

So much for all the worry. Thanks, everybody, for your support. She's back to her feisty old self now. Lucky me!







Later this afternoon one of my very good clients, Mrs. Lillard, called to see if I was available. Well, you need ask? So she came over to see MEEEEEE, and brought me a whole jar full of "Three Dog Bakery" All-Naturals "Made with Itty Bitty Bones Peanut Butter", oven baked treats for dogs. I tell YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! They are dee-lish! I was beside myself with joy. And if it weren't for Mom and Mrs. L, I would have gobbled down the whole thing. But....I guess....oh, heck...I could stand to lose a few pounds.





So that was my day pretty much. At the moment, I'm relaxing on Mom's desk with my present right next to my left ear, keeping an eye out for anyone who might want to swipe one of my treats. Nope. MINE MINE MINE!!

Love,

Mary-Margaret