Wearing our Hearts on our Sleeves

After simultaneous but unrelated medical emergencies for two of our cats, Cardigan and Smog, I badgered Robb into taking our third cat Sleeves to the vet for a routine checkup. Something was awry in his blood-work, so the vets ordered a kitty EKG. Goodness only knows how the vets attach the electrical sensors to a cat's body to get the readings. Thankfully, Sleeves was just fine, and there is nothing wrong with his heart. My heart may be a different matter. For the last week I've been experiencing constant annoying chest pains. I finally decided to contact my doctor on Friday, and WHOOOO BOY did they take this seriously. I got my own EKG in my doctor's office and was sent across the street to the emergency department of the hospital. I've spent my share of time languishing in the waiting areas of hospital emergency rooms, and so I was glad that I'd packed my knitting. I figured I'd be sitting around for hours and hours. I was actually