Last night I was musing on my weekend and was thinking how good it felt to temporarily break free from cancer's massive gravitational pull. Most of the time it feels as if we're orbiting some large dark object. This morning it was off to NIH to start week 8 of this series. Warren went to get his first EKG of the day and I got my latte and went up to the 13th floor to wait for him. When he got there, he said "there is a problem with my EKG this morning." I looked at it and it had a big box around letters that said "ACUTE MI". MI? MI? What does that mean? He didn't know and I didn't know. We sat and talked until 8:00 a.m. when he could go in and get his blood drawn. When the nurse saw the EKG, all hell broke loose. MI, it turns out means Myocardial Infarction, which means heart attack! Wait a minute. He had no pain, no shortness of breath, his oxygen saturation was 100%. They paged the doctor, talked about putting him in the hospital and then started comparing his EKG to Friday's EKG. There was almost no difference. In fact, there wasn't anything in the EKG to suggest that there was a problem except for the flag at the top with the scarey words in it. Things began to calm down again and eventually sanity prevailed. There was nothing wrong with him. No one could understand why the EKG person didn't retake the test, or why she didn't call a Code Blue there, or why she sent him off to walk to his next location. I'm sure someone is going to be getting their hand slapped over that one!
Surprisingly, I stayed calm throughout this morning. I knew there was nothing wrong with him. I'm sure glad that didn't happen Friday when I wasn't there. I would have felt guilty about being gone.
Today's picture is a view from the other side of the mountain from yesterday. This was right across the street from where we were staying.
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