I'm a bit groggy, so I hope this post is understandable:
I'm home from the heart catheterization man, was it a long day. The procedure was not a piece of cake for me, as I had anticipated. It hurt like a mother fucker. I repeat, it hurt like a mother fucker. Apparently, I have weird arteries. They are slippery and not where they are supposed to be. The doctor had a bitch of a time getting the catheters in, but he was determined. It was rough. I considered hopping off the table and running for my life, I really did. I felt like vomiting, crying, and screaming all at the same time. And seeing the doctor's bloody hands didn't help things. At this point my heart rate started to drop, so they had to inject something in my IV and numb up the catheter site some more. After that, I was fine.
Note: If you ever have to have this procedure, don't worry, it is usually pain free. And usually, the freakin' catheter goes right in.
The results are in, yes, I am going to have heart surgery. I could do it as early as Monday. I don't want to do it that soon, I'm thinking more like the end of this month.
Tonight, I am sore. It hurts to get out of bed and it hurts to laugh. I will take off my bandage tomorrow, and then I will get a good look at my wound. It is a sweet little puncture wound.
I have a huge decision to make. This decision is going to be the biggest choice of my life. I'm not sure if I'm going to post it on here, or on a password protected page. I am too tired and groggy to go into it right now, but I will tomorrow.
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