I pressed the button. The screechy noises started. I looked at docorion and said, "I fail to see how this imparts any information."
He held up a hand. "I don't. Shh."
I shhed. There was continued screechiness. He closed his eyes at times, nodded, et cetera. I watched him. And at around minute 4, he perked up and raised his eyebrows. "Huh."
I got the person back on the phone, and she asked what I was doing during recording #4 (riding the elevator down, leaving work), and la! I was off the phone.
"What was that all about, with the eyebrows?"
He laughed and 'splained how he got the info he got from that - and that the early nods had been him hearing PVCs, and the eyebrow-raising had been "very most likely supraventricular tachycardia."
So we may be within shouting distance of a diagnosis, as he put it.
In other news, I missed a call from my cardiologist. Not his office - him himself. Meep? I called back, and he'd aleady left the office; he'd apparently wanted to discuss my test results, and I should call him back tomorrow morning after 10.
In other news, I'm done with the massive work project that kept me busting my ass all day yesterday and today, leaving me free to bust my ass on other massive work projects tomorrow. I hate the beginning of the school year, I so do.
Also? Had marvelous sex. Yay sex! Yay playing with rope and the Audi-Oh and the horsehair whip and various and sundry other things!
I am shleepy now.