Well, according to the cardiologist team down here in butter-land, my ticker sounds perfectly healthy.
And it should, considering the medicine they have me on.
So now they are going to ween me off of the meds and get my heart back to running on its own – then put me through a stress test (I imagine this involves watching The Jersey Shore for 2 hours) and make me wear a monitor for 24 hours.
All in all, these are OK.
The best part, however, is that I’m allowed to go back to polo! Mostly…sorta.
I’m allowed to hop on my bike and fiddle around, really. I can’t make epic breakaways or chase after the ball or anything like that. So I figure I’ll play goalie and maybe work on pissing people off by moving up the court super slow while navigating around them and laughing. That’ll do.
Anyway, wanted to keep the 10 of you that read this blog up to date. Thanks for your support.