I want to start by apologizing to anyone who is unduly worried about my health. I didn't write yesterday's blog looking for attention or sympathy. I wrote it because it has become my mechanism for releasing stress and pressure. A sort of literary venting. I most definitely appreciate all the kind wishes and good thoughts. After a year of Who's a Fat Bastard blog l have come to realize how therapeutic putting your thoughts down on paper can be. Or in this case talking to my phone. There's no Wi-Fi at the hospital so I'm using up my data and it takes a while to download pictures.
The lovely Lisa brought my CPAP late yesterday afternoon so I could sleep and we had dinner together. The hospital dinner was creamed corn, mushy peas and something that was reputed to be a beef stir fry but looked more like beef vomit. Chef Boy R Lisa, caterer supreme, brought me pork loin, coleslaw and salad, yummy!
The nurses have been great and I'm in a four bed room in the cardio ward waiting for my Angio Gram. My cardiologists said they're going to go in and take a look around. He told me he has read my file and doesn't know if another stent will be appropriate. He started talking about bypass and I didn't want to hear about it. I said just wait and see what's going on before we make any decisions.
I will, of course do that if that's what has to be done but I don't want to. I figure if the Wizard can give the Tinman a heart without cracking him open like a walnut, hey, WTF!!
I slept like a baby last night and woke up about 0600 feeling refreshed and ready for anything. That is anything besides the food they brought me. I drank the lukewarm coffee, ate a banana and an orange that the lovely Lisa had brought me yesterday and sent the rest of the crap back to whatever hell they dragged it out of.
Jen and Christian came by with the Grandkids mid morning. Bella and Christian made me get well cards.
Bella was okay, talkative and energetic as always but Christopher was silent and clinging to his father. He looked so worried. I kept it upbeat and positive. I must must've told him a dozen times that they were going to fix Papa up no problem. When they left I took their cards into the bathroom and had a little cry. The thought of not being around to see them grow up is more than I can stand.
At lunch time the lovely Lisa showed up with more goodies. A cup of tuna salad and some lettuce leaves for wraps as well as more coleslaw. Man, I won the lottery when I tricked her into marrying me. While we were eating our lunch the orderly brought in the hospital lunch. I never even looked at it. They are aware that I do high protein, low carbohydrate and that I am diabetic. It doesn't seem to make any difference. My breakfast this morning consisted of yogurt with 14 grams of sugar, oatmeal with brown sugar and a glass of orange juice which is essentially a glass of sugar. The orderly didn't even blink when I told her to take it away I guess I'm not the only person who would rather eat their own flesh than the crud they serve. At this point I'm rambling on about their awful food when I'm not even eating it. Thank God for Chef Boy R Lisa. She's already brought me a nice salad some avocado and ham for dinner and is coming back to have dinner with me later.
So Here I am writing this blog on my phone which is not as easy as one would think. The freaking screen is tiny and the voice to text app seems to have been developed by a hair lip! Stupid thing seems to only understand one out of every 10 words. I've already finished one Sidney Sheldon novel and I'm halfway through a 950 page Tom Clancy novel.
Jen brought me a puzzle book and the lovely Lisa brought me a crossword puzzle book, so I have a lot of distractions to pass the timeand occupy my mind.
Thanks again for all the good thoughts and allowing me this forum to vent. On the upside with the weight I've lost over the last couple of years I might be able to fit into a regulation sized coffin. I was thinking about being cremated but that was when I thought they were going to have to bury me in a piano case!
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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