Pat
05-02-2012, 12:26 PM
No, not Silverback, but me. Today the doc's did a stress test and nuclear imaging on my motor, AKA heart. It's been five years since my Open Chest Surgery.
The machine/procedure reminded me of a dyno run. A big computer screen with all kinds of excel type info blocks, digital gages, with a "dyno Doc" running the controls. The tread mill, with me on it like a car on rollers, was hooked up with at least eight sensors and wires running to the control console.
The "Dyno Doc" cranked up the machine and increased the speed and incline every few minutes. One assistant was taking my blood pressure at different levels of speed and supporting me so I wouldn't fall, while another assistant was injecting radioactive dye, periodically, into a stint stuck into my hand. They were constantly hovering about me and calling out numbers.
I couldn't help but chuckle, so I shouted over to "Dyno Doc", what's my numbers? He answered 178 over 100, I asked is that horsepower and torque? He laughed because he understood. I could almost swear I heard an engine screaming at 6 K. Funny how the mind works.
Anyway, I'm good to go. :burnout:
Regards,
Pat
The machine/procedure reminded me of a dyno run. A big computer screen with all kinds of excel type info blocks, digital gages, with a "dyno Doc" running the controls. The tread mill, with me on it like a car on rollers, was hooked up with at least eight sensors and wires running to the control console.
The "Dyno Doc" cranked up the machine and increased the speed and incline every few minutes. One assistant was taking my blood pressure at different levels of speed and supporting me so I wouldn't fall, while another assistant was injecting radioactive dye, periodically, into a stint stuck into my hand. They were constantly hovering about me and calling out numbers.
I couldn't help but chuckle, so I shouted over to "Dyno Doc", what's my numbers? He answered 178 over 100, I asked is that horsepower and torque? He laughed because he understood. I could almost swear I heard an engine screaming at 6 K. Funny how the mind works.
Anyway, I'm good to go. :burnout:
Regards,
Pat