I just had a nuclear stress test, and I’m glowing!
Even my little kit Geiger counter has no problem detecting those gamma rays.
I’ll bite. What’s a nuclear stress test used for? NM, I just googled it and it’s used to identify blocked arteries, particularly of the heart. I hope the results are what you hoped and expected.
And here I was thinking we had a baseball player on the Dope! I’d have invited you over some time.
Yeah, I have heart disease. Fortunately, it seems to be under control, but the cardiologist thought that it was time to do a series of diagnostics.
I won’t know the results for a few weeks. If you don’t hear back from me, you’ll know why…
This is the team I was thinking of:
That’s where Albuquerque got the name! Some time after the episode aired, our minor league team, the Dukes, was sold to Portland and renamed. When some investors brought another team to Albuquerque, the newspaper did an online poll about and “Isotopes” won with 67% of the vote! We preceded “Boaty McBoatface” by quite a few years; you’d think people would have learned their lesson about including silly names in their online polls.
Yes, I voted for “Isotopes”. There was never any doubt.
I hope you continue to manage your cardiac disease well!
Any green skin or anger issues so far?
I’m glad you got through the test with just the normal amount of glow.
A regular stress led to my triple bypass, so that was too strenuous to do for the one-year checkup. A nuclear stress test is nice because you just lie down and have stuff pumped into your arm through an iv. Unfortunately, I had a bad reaction to the technetium solution, even though it’s my second favorite element and the last one to be found naturally. I went into shock, which is much worse than portrayed on tv. I felt about as awful as I’ve ever felt. They quickly swapped out the iv for liquid caffeine.
I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker so I had no idea why they would do that or what the result would be. It was wonderful. My feeling like death warmed over vanished almost instantly, replaced by a beautiful sunny day. I wasn’t high but the world was bright and glowing, except not in a radiation sense. The feeling last all afternoon.
I’ve never used drugs, so this was a first for me. If street drugs make anybody feel like this I now completely understand why people would want to get hooked.
I have this hockey jersey, with name = Blinky & # = 3
They told me they were going to get my heart rate up with chemicals, but when I got there they said they were going to put me on a treadmill. The exercise portion was easier than I normally do at the gym, so that was no problem. The hardest part was lying still with my hands over my head, which is not a comfortable position for me for very long. The gamma camera was much more sophisticated than the first time I did this a decade ago. I’m keen to see the pretty photos of my glowing heart.
Oh, and - @TriPolar - I’m not any greener or angrier than usual, but that’s not saying much…
Given your proximity to Los Alamos, it’s kind of a logical name
I did the treadmill first. After walking for about two minutes I completely ran out of air. They practically had to lift my carcass onto the table. When they got the pictures of my heart I was hustled down the hall to be told I was going in for stents.
Ha. My arteries were 90% blocked. No stents could push through. The result was my triple bypass.
Sorry to dump all these medical woes on a fun thread, but the mention of a nuclear stress test seems to trigger verbiage.
And I still suggest that anyone offered liquid caffeine to take advantage.
My husband can’t run on a treadmill, so he had to do the chemical stress test as well. The first time he did it, it made him feel awful, so when he had his second one last week, he was prepared to have another terrible experience. He didn’t, though, and now I’m wondering if the technician who brought him coffee was feeding him caffeine rather than just being nice.
I started to do a stress test back in 2020. They had the electrodes all hooked up and I was jogging away when they started asking me how I felt. “Fine,” I said, barely breathing hard. The tech went and got an RN, who looked at the trace and asked me how I was feeling, and I repeated that I was fine. Then they got a doctor, who told me to get off the treadmill and sent me down the hall for imaging. Apparently, my heart rate astronomically high and my afib was going nuts. But I felt fine!
only remotely connected:
I once was involved in a musical project - and we called ourselves
eyes 'o dope
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–(sorry, that’s all I got)–
OK, I’ve been trying to figure this out.
"Blinky” I get. But, “# = 3” had got me stumped.
eye, eye, eye, you can’t figure it out???
I kept assuming ‘#’ was ‘pound’
D’oh!