Back in the land of the living

Well, that's not totally accurate. Didn't die this time around. I did, however, have to go get my shock box - or, the more formal name "Implanted Cardiac Defibrillator" - repositioned this past Monday. It had slipped a bit and was sticking out much farther than it should be, which I had pointed out to my cardiologist last Tuesday. He took a gander at it and said, "We gotta fix that".

We, my cardiologist and I, have a good relationship. I've been going to him now since 1992, so I've even suggested to him he should give me Frequent Flyer Points, but to no avail.

Anywho - I arrived at the hospital at 8:00 AM to get all checked in, and it went smoothly. Then, I waited until 10:20. A male nurse finally came and wheeled me away. As we're heading toward the O.R., he said they had sent him the wrong patient 2 times, so he decided to come get me. Knowing my Doctor like I do, I told the nurse I bet he was fit to be tied. He agreed.

Into the Operating room we went.

Next thing I know I am waking up in a room with my wife sitting there. Never even saw my doctor. After 30 minutes of lucidity, I am released to go home. Thank goodness one of the things I had asked my bride to talk to the doc about was to get me some pain pills. The last time, I didn't have any, and it was horrendous. I am just not that tough.

So, the rest of Monday was a fog before packing it in at about 8:00 pm.

Tuesday/yesterday was more of the same. Those pills knock me for a loop. I was in and out of sleep for most of the day.

Today I feel mostly an ache from the incision. Not the throbbing pain of the past two days. Haven't taken any of those magic, kill the pain, put me to sleep pills today. I think I'm gonna make it.

In the meantime, we've had Ice, sleet, snow, and cold weather. The sun is shining today and the temperature is going to rise to 36.

Old Fart Mike