Back from the doctor. I had a stress test this morning. I’m only 28. Yuck. It’s most likely anxiety or something, but the doc decided he wanted me to run on a treadmill.
They told me I’d probably feel somewhat bad after the test. Well, the test ended at 9:30, I went home and felt slightly queasy, but really not that bad. I went to lunch with my preacher and then walked the three blocks from the restaurant to my office.
I feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train now. This sucks.