Radioactive me

I had my heart test yesterday. Three hours in a hospital gown with wires stuck to your chest and radioactive stuff shoved into your veins is NOT a fun way to spend the day. And to top it all off, I had a MASSIVE caffeine headache all day because I couldn't have anything with caffeine in it 24 hours before the test. Have I ever mentioned I'm a caffeine addict? I am. Big time. I'm a five cups of melt-the-pot coffee before noon kind of girl. So no caffeine for 24 hours equals a very cranky, very headachy, very unhappy Jenn. First thing I did after the test was stop by the gas station and grab a gigantic mug of cafe' mocha. Mmmm...good!

I don't have the results yet, probably won't have them until this afternoon or tomorrow. But, the cardiologist didn't freak out or anything during the test, so it can't be all that bad. Crossing my fingers. For some reason I feel a little easier now that the test is done. Granted, I don't know what it found, but I feel better knowing it's done. I'm feeling less stressed, less worried. And that can't be a bad thing.

I did discover that I am allergic to the adhesive stuff they use to stick the little round connector thingies to my chest. I look like I've been attacked by an octopus. Seriously. I have these red rash rings on my chest and around my sides. Such a sexy look! I'm sure the red rash ring look will go fabulous with my little black lacy baby doll lingerie. Maybe I can start a trend.

I am most disappointed that the radioactive crap didn't do much. It was freezing cold going in, I could feel it going up my arm, but, unfortunately, no glowing body side effects or anything. I didn't even get any cool super powers or anything. Sheesh. I was hoping for x-ray vision or the ability to read minds.