By the end of this post, I will have highlighted some of the more dramatic events that occurred after having two heart attacks four days apart. Those days are beginning to blur, now. Fair enough. It was exactly seven months ago and life goes on. It’s been cathartic sharing the experience, though, and while I …
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It didn’t take a genius to figure out I wasn’t in the exclusive cardiac unit anymore. This new bed was in a general medical ward where sick people were dumped. Some were awaiting procedures, others recovering. Others still were there because there wasn’t room for them anywhere else. Reality was seeping back hard and fast. …
Moving was simple. Emergency services had supplied a bag for my clothes the day I was admitted so my sweater, trousers, and shoes were in it. That plastic bag travelled around the hospital with me. It’s all I had. Dianne and Tony, the grandparents of Dotty, the sweet creature I’d abandoned, had gathered up my …
For those of you who have been reading about my health adventure from the start, you might remember the young paramedic’s response when he heard my age. Well, I don’t think he’d have the same reaction now. Over these last months, I’ve aged dramatically. I think I fancied myself gliding into infirmity with a smile …
For ten days, I’d been connected to a variety of devices. I felt like a Borg. Soon, however, I’d be released from “the collective”, hehe. One by one my tubes, wires, catheters, and cannulas would be removed. The electrodes taped to my chest would be gone, I would be able to walk unassisted, and - …
Side Note: Keeping with the theme of these last eleven (a favourite number, but not mine according to a learned numerology guru) posts, I’ll get on with the telling of my last day in CICU in the next blog. First, I need to resolve a potential misconception. I could be wrong, but after reading your …
No, no. I’m not finished with the story. I just don’t have any more items to check off my bucket lists, at least not as far as my hospital stay is concerned, so a new title is warranted. I waffled about adding the balloon catheter removal, but changed my mind. It was a first, and …
continued... Day Six My enthusiasm for flying didn’t last long. Perhaps it was the newness of it - first times are always a challenge for me. More likely, however, it was that my attachments actually hurt me. The cannula in my neck was the worst. It pinched when I moved. I couldn’t see it, and …
Continued... Day six Restraint has been used as a means of torture for centuries. The rack is an example. Remember Westley crying “terrified tears” in The Princess Bride? Ahem. But seriously, when we can’t move, when we’re chained to a chair, a bed, a wall, insanity isn’t far away. Fear, of course, is the emotion …
This edition is brief. There's always more to say, but similar to yesterday's post, remembering events and writing stuff down is dredging up some disagreeable and confusing emotions. Rather than push them aside or dive into them head first, I need to let them simply sit for a while. If they're important to my life …
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