What? Me Worry?

Had to go to the doctor's office today to take my first ever stress test. You know, the thing where they hook you up to ten electrodes and have you run on a treadmill at increasing speeds all the while checking your vitals.

Well, at one point they started asking me questions about the wedding. After a while they noticed that when the subject of our marriage came up, my blood pressure actually went down. How about that?

Lesson learned: When you are running up indoor hills at escalating speeds, it's good to be engaged.

Or if you prefer, love is good for you.

Word to Slim Goodbody!