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Friday, February 06, 2004

A Jay Belin Update.

First of all let me clear some things up. The spotty blogging during the past couple days can be attributed to my fucking health problems. I didn't go into work yesterday because of the continuous chest pains that I've been dealing with. I don't know what the problem is, but I took a trip to the doctor to see if she could help me. It was my first trip to a doctor in 3 years, and it took little time to remember why. Well, it actually took a lot of time. I waited for nearly 2 hours before my doctor saw me.

Half of this time was spent in an actual examine room where I played my Ipod Music quiz while waiting. You will be happy to know that I got 78 out of 100 songs right which I think is pretty damn good. So the doc came in and stripped me down so she could do an EKG. After the first reading she let out an "Oh." What the Fuck? Who lets out an "Oh"? That's some shit. So she took another reading and informed me that there is an abnormality in my heart rate. She faxed the EKG results to cardiology and the wait was once again on.

Nearly an hour later, I was called back into the examine room where the doctor informed me that cardiology believes its a skeletol or muscular virus, so blood work had to be done. The doctor proceeded to draw piles of blood from my right arm. It seemed like 10 minutes of a needle in my arm was all I needed to set off my heart again, but luckily I made it through. She sent the 7 viles of blood off with some nurse and gave me some meds. At this point she informed me that I would be called today with the results. Pending on the outcome, I may have to go in for a stress test. Either way, I'm not gonna sweat it, but if you see me out this weekend clenching my chest, give me a break and don't bust my balls.

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