I had my stress test this morning. Technically, a stress echocardiogram. I had been stressing out about this (sort of ironic, isn't it?), I think because my father had what they called "an episode" years ago during a stress test, and got rushed across the street into surgery. I had no real reason to think that was going to happen to me too, but I guess it's sort of natural that I would secretly fear it. So I'm glad it's over, even though I don't really know the results yet.