I’m operating a half-throttle because the ol’ distributor cap is still acting up. Not that anyone should care — and some may say this is too much transparency, but, hey, it’s a blog. And I’ve received such wonderful wishes and suggestions from so many of you. So here’s the latest on my fibrillation saga: I’m alternating between fibrillation (arythmia) and tachycardia (fast heart rate), which makes stairs sisyphusian. But otherwise this is nothing but an inconvenience; certainly, there are countless worse afflictions. I’m on blood thinners (gaining new respect for diabetics with needles) so that Wednesday, they can shove a tube down my throat (to make sure I don’t have blood clots) and then zap me (CLEAR!) with DC voltage (I can imagine a few who’d want to pull that switch!). I’ll come out with two shaved, sunburned spots on the chest and, ConEd willing, restored rhythm. I’ll give you the update.
Thanks for the update, sounds encouraging and hope all goes as well as possible. Not as good as meditation, but ….. (joke).
Blame the officiating at the Super Bowl. (God bless, Jeff. Be well.)
Modern medicine works wonders (if you can afford it).
Good luck, man.
Mazel tov, Jeff.
Jeff,
I left a note for you above.. I’m gonna bet that the tube is better than my angiogram ‘experience’. And I know about that Coumadin stuff..
You’ll be just fine, Jeff. They’ll get you all dialed in in no time. Prayers for your wellbeing, anyway.
Oh, and you’re most welcome to ‘borrow’ one of my favorite, self styled mottos: f### fear!
[...] Well, the Frankenstein procedure didn’t work. I’m not suggesting that anybody should care about the details of this and I feel rather like an old folk in the home telling you the details of my complaints, but I said I’d chronicle this: After putting me out and putting a sonogram wand down my gullet, they found that I may have a clot and so they did not zap me because they don’t want that clot freed up by a newly efficient heart, doing mischief in the bloodstream. So I stay on anticlotting drugs for a month (no football for me) and then they will zap me again. That’s the long and the short of it. I’m fine, just still pissed. [...]
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