Actually – I’m not that bad about blood…

I realized yesterday I never followed up about the results from Kevin’s stress test…. Primarily because I was sworn to secrecy on the matter until it was either A: resolved or B: Kevin was dead.

His first test came back bad… Like real bad… Like,… “it seems a part of your heart isn’t getting enough oxygen and is dying and or dead”…

Dreading a cardiac cath – Kev pleaded for anything else possible to diagnose the problem.

So they ordered up another stress test – but this time – the kind where they inject you with radioactive dye.

Well.. Come to find out a portion of his heart runs backwards,… or something to that effect… So on the first test – that part of his ticker I guess simply read as “not working”…. Once they re-did the test imaging the actual flow of blood – they figured it out.

Kevin, the teenage goth-girl trapped in a middle-aged man’s body – seemed a little disappointed to hear that at least a portion of his heart wasn’t made of coal.

So… anyway… It’s a benign thing… like my odd hip-hop heart beat.

He’s going to live………

…… for now….

*cue suspense music with screeching violins*

*deny blog*