A few years ago I went to have an ultrascan done of my carotid artery (sexy, right?)  The technician fancied herself to be quite the crack diagnostician and kept up a lively chatter as she checked me out.  She blabbered away and then said, “Hmmmm…”

Let me tell you, “Hmmm…” is my second least favorite thing for anyone to say during a diagnostic procedure. (Least favorite would be “Yikes!”)

Then she proceeded to describe something about a smaller than normal space between my shoulder and collarbone (or something like that – I was getting a little panicky).  She said it was possible that this smaller than normal space could cause reduced bloodflow to my arms (!) and my brain (!).  And her advice to me was…and I quote:

“Try not to use your arms too much while you are turning your head.”

Um…what??

So I left there all freaked out and attempting to minimize how much I moved my upper body.

I talked to the doctor later and he said she had no idea what she was talking about and I was completely fine.  Whew.

Ever since then I haven’t been overly concerned about how I move and the potential for one ill-planned arm gesture to render me unconscious.

Then last week I was playing Just Dance II with my daughter.  I was totally wowing her with my smooth moves to Wham!’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” (you have it stuck in your head now, don’t you?)  And in the midst of some multi-limbed, head-bobbing move I thought to myself…

This is exactly what I was warned not to do…and wouldn’t it suck for my obituary to read “Dropped dead attempting to impress her tween daughter by dancing to Wham!”

Death by 80s music = tragic.