Well, Projectors, I'm back at work this morning. I'm still recuperating from Friday's heart procedure, but I'm feeling good and I'm ready to do something more than lay around in bed. I'm on the mend.
The doctors said everything ended up fine, but my two hour procedure ended up becoming a five hour surgery. I had an extra electrical pathway in my heart and the procedure was meant to trigger an attack and then cauterize the pathway after they could track it. Unfortunately, there was a complication that required them to put a small hole in my heart.
Since coming home from the hospital, walking and showering have become my largest obstacles. Yesterday went very well though so I'm not going to tolerate any problems today now that I'm confident I can push through this. Jerame says I've not been a very good patient because I'm not a good layabout.
Apparently the "hole in the heart" thing is a bigger deal than they let on in the recovery room. My cardiologist told me yesterday that my recuperation period has been extended from two days to two weeks. Bah.
I didn't have the heart to tell him (Ha! Did you see what I did there?!) that I'd walked to the deli a half block away on Sunday. It took me a half hour to get there and back, but I did it. (And then took a really long nap when I got back home!)
The craziest part? I have a goddamn hole in my heart and my chest doesn't really hurt very much. Instead, it's my junk that's awfully sore thanks to the four six inch long sheaths they stuck in my groin to run the cameras and whatnot up my vein. That's just amazing to me.
Modern medicine is amazing.
(Cheese heart graphic via Bigstock)