Thursday the 14th is was awakened at 4:00 am by a God awful pain in my left calf. On the scale of one to ten it was about a twelve. I tried heat, ice and heat and ice and downed Aleve like candy but nothing really helped. Friday morning I was able to get an appointment to see one of the doctors at the Med center... then the train went off the rails.
Before seeing the Doc his nurse checked my weight, blood pressure and heart rate...RED alert....46. The next thing I knew I was flat on my back wired for sound and being grilled, "do I get light headed, out of breath, yadda, yadda yadda"...NO, I feel great. After heart crisis I was given prescription for a muscle relaxer and sent home. Saturday morning I hobbled to CVS and bought a cheapie Tens unit.... after a few minutes with the Tens.... relief.
Move ahead to Monday the 18th I was able to see my regular doctor. (she's the hottie!) who ordered a full A to Z blood test, a ultra sound on my leg and wear a heart monitor for 24 hours. I'm not sure why she asked why I was sweating, "Is it hot outside?" Duh!!!
Wednesday when I saw her (the hottie) all the test results were normal save for the ticker BPM, 35 when sleeping, 85 the high when I was doing whatever, the average 60 for the 24 hours. I guess she(the hottie) isn't too concerned, she made an appointment for me to see a cardiologist on July 12th.
Keep in mind I beat myself to a pulp in the big boy's room for 23 years, took twelve years off then started up again this past January. During the time off I tried my best not to be lazy. I took the stairs instead of the elevator/escalator, parked way out in the lot and pushed the shopping cart back to the store. One evening we needed two 2x12s while doing work at the range. Yes, I could have used my truck but threw them over my shoulder and carried them.
After doing a bit of research on the world of knowledge (Internet) I found its not out of the ordinary for one who exercises regularly to have a BPM rate in the 40s and on occasion a tad under.
I'm sure not going to poo poo it away like its nothing to be concerned about but does it mean all those years I spent as a devoted gym rat are paying big dividends now?
Thoughts? Oh, my leg if fine now and did I mention my Doc is a hottie?