I was riding my bike furiously on a couple of days last week and felt some strong chest pains. On Thursday I landed an urgent doctor's consultation with great trepidation, but I must say that my young doctor, Vanessa Lloyd, has reassuring presence.
I'm sorry to disappoint anyone looking for a sizeable inheritance! She commanded an immediate ECT scan, which turned up zero problems. So she booked a session with Dracula on Friday morning. It was a nice omen to know that I'm part owner of the pathology business extracting my blood. Well, I got the results back yesterday and they revealed a great rounnd zero. In fact, I'm in the best of shape, which is hardly surprising in that I regularly peddle 21 km on a hilly course in an hour. That exceeds the standards for the local cycling club.
So, what occurred? Well, I think the pains resulted from riding fast into strong and very cold winds wearing very little. No, it wasn't the local variant of world nude cycling day, but it may well have been as I was only wearing shorts and a singlet.
AS
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Take it easy Dad! Remember what happened to Greg's Dad with his chest pains when riding. Glad to hear you are OK.
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