Late Thursday afternoon I was watching TV with my wife. We always watch NYPD blue. Then it hit me I was really hot. I pulled off my shirt and leaned back and realized my chest was feeling weird and I could tell my heart was racing. Got my Blood Pressure moniter and the BP wasn't too bad but my pulse was 145. I checked it every few minutes for an hour and it stayed between 145 and 147. I called a heart dr that I'd been to and talked to the receptionist and she was going to have someone call. After an hour they called and said it was way to high and go to the ER. I went there but by the time I got there things had settled down. Still they wanted me to stay all night and have tests the next day. I had two tests and considered them relatively uneventful but it took the dr till 6:00 to get back to me. I was sure everything was ok until he told me I didn't pass the test and that I needed a procedure this morning, a heart catherization. I was second in line, got me in at 11:00 and took till 2:00. Dr told me he had elected not to put in a stint but that he would talk to me after he got finished with the next person in line. So it was 6:30 this time and I was sure I was fine. He told me the test didn't read right and that I had heart disease instead of plaque blocking the arteries it was calcification and they didn't have the equipment to break through it at that hospital. They had gone in through my wrist which I was thrilled with, but he told me next time it would have to be through the crotch. He will call another dr and get me set up at a hospital that had all the equipment. So what I hoped was winding down is just getting started. Going to be interesting, I thought pretty highly of the dr today, and now I have to go through the same thing with a dr I don't know. I'm sure plenty have experienced this what's your take on it. Talked to my 88 year old mom and she's had heart issues since she was 44 and I didn't really realize it as I hadn't spent that much time in the lower 48 and so had my grand parents. I guess it's in the genes. Why couldn't they pass intelligence on to me instead of heart disease. They want me to take Plavix.