I wore myself out, is all.
No arrhythmias were reported, which is excellent. As they explained it to me yesterday, my heart has the annoying (and yet, if you know me, somewhat predictable) tendency to be going along and along and then, suddenly, forget what to do. At which point it falls into Method Acting and begins imitating a spleen or an appendix. This is where the pacemaker steps in like a Hollywood director and holds up a big sign:
ACT LIKE ONE
So, no biggie; my heart is motivationally challenged, but we already knew that.
Last night we even went back to the Fair after spending the afternoon in the doctor's office, if only so everyone could show me the ride I'd been on and rub my nose in it and beat me about the head two or three times. I felt like a badly housetrained dog.
Got it. :)