PaceMaker Part 2

I paused this story with Nova finding her cell phone way under the passenger seat of the car. She then discovered the vast number of attempted call that she had missed from me mainly but, a couple from Joe and Laura. One of mine I had left a message that the EMTs were transporting me to Soin. So that message sent her into overdrive.
One thing I learned about our state of medicine is that they love to do test, test this test that then test this and that and each one of these test seemed to involve those sticky monitor tags and no one can just the tag that was on you already even though it was precisely where the one you are placing on me you will just put yours 1cm to the left. By the end of my second day the shift nurse finally started to remove some of these tags some 32 of these tags although I am pretty sure that I insisted that she stop as the pain was getting out of hand.
The bed I was lying on in the ER wasn't actually tilting, my brain was sending the message that the bed had changed its angle compared to the planet. Once I convinced myself that the bed wasn't tilting my stomach began to gyrate I did manage to capture most of the results of that gyration in the bed sheets that were there to keep me warm, my stomach did a good job of losing the two raspberry yogurts that had been my breakfast some five hours earlier. 
Now sort of cleaned up I was off for another test, I got to that location and they had to wait for the rest of the yogurt to exit my stomach, what a life working someplace were people come and toss their lunch on a daily basis. Yuck!
Nova makes a nervous appearance and I sigh relief that she is okay. 
The next test was a pre-release test... could I walk? The answer was a decisive no. I wasn't going to be steady enough on my feet that I could walk from the car in the attached garage into the house and finally to my bedroom a grand total of about 40 feet. I was instead going up to the 5th floor to spend the night. It seemed like a rather elaborate action to take for a vertigo issue but, frankly I wasn't feeling well enough to do anything more than say that was fine. I'm rolled to my room and guess what I get a new set of tabs! Then I'm wired up to this machine, which is nice as it gives me and any visitor something to stare at while we pass the time together. Beep...Beep....Beep...with a couple of Chirps tossed in just for good measure. I was resting comfortably in the room when they sent Nova home for the night it was about 10:00 and at about 10:30 I was aware that there were about 15 people running around the room I hear a voice saying well this was the issue and not the vertigo. Those semi-annoying Chirps had alerted someone that my heart rate had fallen to 20 BPM. Medical staff get excited when that happens. 
Nova got a phone call instructing her to return to the hospital. I was in a bit of a fog. It was about 45 minutes I was getting a temporary PaceMaker. I had always thought that a slow heart beat was a good thing i.e. that the heart muscle was working at a higher rate of efficiency needing to beat fewer times a minute, granted 20 would be rather low even for a monk. 
      
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