My resting heart rate is generally sub 40 and often goes down to 35/36. Even when I was a lardy slob in my teens, my resting rate was still in the 40s.
I ended up in A&E last summer and got wired up to one of those monitor things. I dosed off to sleep as it was late at night and got woken up by an alarm blaring to the sight of several doctors and nurses charging in my direction. The heart machine had decided that I must be about to die, given how slowly my ticker was going by the standards of the average person in the street, and had called for backup.
I assured them I was fine and that my heart rate was so low because I'm an elite athlete. They accepted that, but for some reason saw fit to do an examination of me that involved grappling my Crown Jewels rather robustly.
I discharged myself from their care as soon as I could...
This is on of the most funniest medical stories to date! So this was the first day you met Mrs SR then? Playing nurses (and elite athletes )
You have no idea how much I had to pay that nurse. Shame I couldn't afford the rectal exam as well.
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