Funky rhythm

I’ve just come back from the Majie Hospital where the nice doctor made me run on a treadmill for 20 minutes while hooked up to all kinds of electronic equipment. There is nothing wrong with my heart. It’s pumping hard and strong. But its beat is uneven — it has like a back beat to it — and this is what sometimes can feel like cramps, especially when I’m stressed out. But there is nothing to worry about. It’s not normal perhaps, but it’s OK. (Or as Saga put it, “why should your heart be normal when everything else about you is so strange?”)

This is what I always knew, my heart’s got a funky rhythm. I have a Jamaican heart!

The doc gave me beta blockers for my stress, but I don’t think I take them. Beta blockers are some kind of happiness pills, aren’t they? I’m afraid to get too mellow. Adrenaline has always been my drug of choice.

Anyway, good news. New lease on life.