I'm not worried about the fact that Cliff is going for a nuclear stress test today. He's not had any issues with his heart; he sees our doctor or nurse-practitioners regularly. We walk almost every day. We're working on getting the extra poundage off him, although that's going to be difficult with Thanksgiving ahead.
We'll be at the cardiologist's office for four hours. Cliff's sister and his brother both have breathing issues, so they don't actually have to get on the treadmill; they get the medication that stresses the heart, instead. Cliff will do the treadmill.
He hasn't had issues with his heart, so I'm not concerned, unless I let myself dwell his previous such test.
Just like this time, Cliff went off caffeine at 8 A.M. the day prior to the test, and he had his last food and water the evening before. We planned to go to Olive Garden when we got out of the doctor's office because we knew he'd be starved, and we'd stop by a McDonald's first so he could have some coffee.
The testing that was supposed to take four hours was cut short when Cliff's heart short-circuited while he was on the treadmill.
He ended up in the hospital that very day, and in surgery two days later.
I get flashbacks.
We only went because he'd been having indigestion every time we took our walk and the nurse-practitioner thought he should be tested, just to make sure it really was indigestion.
This time, he's had no symptoms of heart problems. He's only doing this because the doctor said it's been almost five years since the bypass surgery and it's time to make sure everything is going well.
I think today I'll make sandwiches to take along, and a thermos of coffee, rather than make plans to eat out.
Maybe that's what jinxed us last time.