I've always wondered if I should be worried that my heart skips beats, so while learning how to read heart rhythms at school, I printed my rhythm strip and took it to a medical resident I know. He took some measurements on the strip and used a complex medical formula to calculate my time of death as May 11, 2007, 3:04. At the time, that left me only five days -- Eeek!
Well, it's now two weeks later, and my friend obviously messed up the calculation, because I'm a week late dying already and still wondering when I'm going to croak!
P.S. The skipped beat is the weird-looking spike near the beginning of all the other spikes.
