Well Ollie, you've done it again! Time to reap the crops I've sown. The pigeons come home to roost and the Piper must be paid. I quit smoking 8 years ago. I changed my diet completely 20 months ago, I lost more than 50 pounds of ugly fat without having to cut my head off! Yet still I'm sitting on the edge of a hospital bed staring out at a slate grey sky contemplating my mortality for the fourth time in ten years.
As always the lovely Lisa is by my side offering me comfort when she should be up skiing at Cypress Mountain with Michele and Bro Steve. Last years passes went largely unused as there was no snow.
I arrived at the Emergency room last night at about 7 with My chest tight as a drum and my jaw and shoulder aching. We arrived at emergency just after five ambulances with victims from a motor vehicle accident. Fortunately, for me, heart issues supersede the occasional broken bones. One of the individuals was a five year old girl unhurt and telling anyone and everyone about the crash as loud as a five year old girl can. That's somewhere between an Air raid siren and the foghorn they blow at Canuck games when they score a goal...anyone remember that sound? The poor kid and her Mom had to be cut out of the car. The girl without a mark on her. At any rate I digress.
I was comfortably in bed in the emergency ward within the hour. It was busy and honestly, I was hoping they were going to put me in the Tim Hortons. I could have went for a cuppa Jo and a jelly donut!
The lovely Lisa headed for home about 9:30 with the promise to be back before 3 a.m. right after she left they took me down for chest xrays and an ECG. When I got back to my cubicle I quickly nodded off. When I woke up at 2:30 a.m. there was the lovely Lisa sitting by the side of my bed. Stayed with me for about an hour and then I convinced her that I needed to sleep and so did she.
As you can see, I'm in good spirits and though I'm a bit scared of what is coming down the line l have been through this 3 times before so there are no surprises but the last time was no fun. My first angioplasty I was awake and watched them move the wire into my heart and insert the stent. I was laughing and joking with the doctors while this was happening. The second angioplasty we had to use an attachment called a cutter to remove the build up of plaque in my arteries. I was awake for that one as well but I was neither laughing or joking. My third trip to the operating room was the worst! Up until then they had inserted the wire through the femoral artery in the groin. Halfway through the procedure I was in such pain I was not able to stay still on the operating table. Not the ideal situation when they're in the process of sticking a wire into your heart. They had to remove the wire from my groin put me under and go in through my wrist corsage! I've already asked the cardiologist Dr Leung to go through the wrist, knock me unconscious and don't wake me up until I'm healed.
The nurses are amazing here, both in the Emergency and on the Ward. By the way, one of my early nicknames was "Mental" Ward. It didn't last for long as I soon graduated to Psycho Ward after an unfortunate incident involving an asshole and a pool cue.
My nurse today is a tiny Phillapina named Rowena. Kind and gentle as long as you do what she says. Otherwise she's mean as a snake!
They moved me up at 8:30 this morning and tried to feed me what passes for breakfast in the hospital. Food fit for a King! Here King. Come on boy, powdered eggs and oatmeal!!Yummy!
I saw the Cardiologist about 11:00. I'm fucked! I definitely have another blockage. They're going to try to fit me in today but in all probability I won't have the procedure until next Monday. Until then???? I have no pain so I won't even get any of the good drugs!
The lovely Lisa brought me a nice salad some pork loin and some fruit. I already have half the nurses on the Ward coming by for the wisecracking giant guy! I hope I'm still cracking them up come Tuesday.
Oh yeah it was my friend Ian's birthday the other day and I never got around to wishing him the best. Keep on rocking Dude when I get right I'm coming to jam with you!
So that's where I'm at. Putting on a brave face but really I'm scared shitless. My father died on the operating table at 58 years old. The same age I am now. I know that's not relevant, yet it weighs heavy on my mind.
That's all I got
Till next time
Peace Out Y'all
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