The very old and soon-to-be-superannuated cardiologist was running a treadmill stress test. I was the victim. (This was a long, long time ago, which could be a heads-up that detail may be fogged by the passing of time. Anyway, I was all hooked up and the machinery was set in motion.
I had not yet reached that point where the pain sets in to the degree that one wishes he had had a heart attack when the oscilloscope suddenly flat-lined. The doctor went into a panic mode, punching buttons and jerking on cables. To put him at ease, I said, "Looks like you lost me, Doc."
He was not amused.
Now the point of all this: Click here to read Shelly's account of her recent hospital experience. I guarantee it is much funnier than my little tale.