I can survive anything.

Today I had the dreaded Tilt-Table Test. I've not been looking forward to it and made an appointment as quickly as possible last week, when I realized that my apprehension could soon turn to white knuckled fear, if I allowed a month to work myself up. I was afraid that I would fail the test, argue with the Dr. about beta-blockers, possibly lose my drivers license and as a result, get attacked by a rabid opossum one dreary morning as I walked to the Harris Teeter to get tampons. Clearly, this had to get taken care of ASAP.

For those of you that watched, House MD with the tilt table test, it was nothing like that. I personally did not see that episode of House, because we moved it out of our DVR rotation. I know that Dr. House is supposed to be a misunderstood brilliant Dr, but to me... he's an ass. A few people mentioned this episode to me, "a few" being enough that I could carry on a conversation with the nurse about it, having never seen it myself. The nurse I had was fantastic, keeping me calm and laughing when I started singing 99 Bottles of Beer on the wall.
But, I digress.

During the test I was strapped onto a table, complete with BP cuff, electrodes and an IV. Then I laid on a table for 15 minutes and then was quickly raised to an 80 degree angle. This did not make me faint. 20 minutes later I still had not fainted so they had to step up the process by giving me nitroglycerine, which gives you that, 4 shots of Tequila on an empty stomach followed by a White Russian, sort of feeling. If you can imagine that feeling, while strapped to a catapult.

I still did not faint. So I got to stand there for another 20 minutes. Nothing. After all of that in addition to, not allowing me to eat or drink anything after midnight they realized that their evil plan was foiled and I was released.

Now, according to the good Dr, if I don't faint on the table, I don't have this neurocardio thingy. Which is what we wanted! In retrospect, I should have not been afraid at all. Sleep deprivation, no food or water, standing for long periods of time, drugs - it's like working May Race at the Speedway. And if I can survive that. I can survive anything.