I had my first EKG yesterday!
Don't panic. I was just in the doctor's office having a routine physical. (They could have brought me a frozen drink, that's how comfortable I was.)
I worked in a hospital setting for 9 years, but I forgot that, when you reach a certain age, EKGs become a regular part of your physicals. ("And you're ONLY 44!" said my doctor. I LOVE my primary!! "Won't have to worry about that colonoscopy for a few more years." Oh, gee, thanks for reminding me about that milestone.)
An EKG is short for electrocardiogram. (I guess ECG just didn't have the same ring, so they went with an abbreviation based on the German spelling. Some docs use ECG, but it's not as common.) Anyhow, an EKG shows the electrical activity of the heart, which allows doctors to find irregular heart rhythms and heart muscle problems. Patches are applied to the patient on various parts of the body with electrical leads that plug into the measuring machine that graphs the results.
So, I was comfy in the lounge position on the patient's table, chatting with the EKG tech about the challenges of stay-at-home momhood (which she acknowledged that she couldn't do, enjoying her job very much). She applied the leads. She ran the graph. She stared at the paper.
"I'm going to run this one more time," she said, adjusting the position of the patch that was right over the bottom left part of my heart.
She ran the graph again. She stared.
"I'm going to show this to the doctor to see if it's OK with her."
Oh, great! What does this mean? Believe it or not, I have learned not to worry in these situations until somebody actually says something. It's only taken me 44 years to get to this point.
"She says it's OK," says my tech, who then goes on to explain that the EKG machine is a little fluky. They have sent it out to be calibrated several times, and it works for awhile, but then it decides to act up, having a mind of its own. (I think it knew I was having my first EKG and decided to have a hissy fit right then and there!)
Good news is that my heart seems to be just fine....or is it?
The one lead closest to my heart didn't register the way it should have. If I wasn't going through a spiritual growing phase lately, I would say that it really was the machine's fault. My heart may be physically fine per my medical team, but I know that it's not completely working right these days.
Perhaps the machine really detected a "dead" space in my heart. The part that doesn't have the compassion to pray for someone who needs Divine intervention. The part that still has some "servant-do's" left in the jar. The part that may be a bit bloated of self-thought that needs a shock of humility. ("Paddles!!")
I'm glad that my heart is physically fine. This means God has given me heart life to start addressing those "dead" spaces.
"So now, in the sight of all Israel, the assembly of the LORD, and in the hearing of our God, observe and seek after all the commandments of the LORD your God so that you may possess the good land and bequeath it to your sons after you forever.
"As for you, my son Solomon, know the God of your father, and serve Him with a whole heart and a willing mind; for the LORD searches all hearts, and understands every intent of the thoughts. If you seek Him, He will let you find Him; but if you forsake Him, He will reject you forever.
"Consider now, for the LORD has chosen you to build a house for the sanctuary; be courageous and act."--1 Chronicles 28:8-10 (NASB)