It has not been an easy day here in rainy Victoria. The Olympic flame is in town and since we live just a few blocks from the Legislature we have been boxed in with TV crews and security. I have been taking a detour via the coast road every time I leave the house. While pretty and inspiring it is very time consuming.
Then I was off to the dentist for the third time in a week. I had a filling done and now I am in constant pain but we can't figure out which tooth it is. Meantime I am on hefty doses of painkiller that are turning me into a Zombie. Then i rushed hoe to pay the lady who cleans our house and headed back out via the long detour to see my family doctor. because of a slow recovery from a bad bout of pneumonia last year I have been seeing lots of specialists and the cardiologist was sure she had the answer, clogged arteries. Today was teh big day when i would get the results of the CAT Scan of my heart. Amazingly I hit the one in four chance that teh original stress test results had been a false positive, Hurrah! What a relief to hear I did not have carbon deposits clogging my arteries and would not be needing a artery reaming job.
Until i got this news I was not fully aware of how scared shitless I really felt about all this. Though i had put a copy of my Life Insurance on my wife's desk a coupel of days back and had been planning to send her an email with advice how to use the $300,000 check in eth event of my demise. I was also thinking for various tasks, like finding taht missing tax rebate check, that I shoudld undertake before being called in to get my angioplasty done.
I remeber this guy i used to get supervision from twenty plus years ago when I was in grad school and how he looke dreally pasty and had to have this same procedure and how he disappereaed for a whiel to recover. Scary stuff, worse still a friend who has had a couple of heart surgeries told me he wasnt so sure this even works that well in teh long term.
Anyhow here I am witha healthy ticker calling my younger brotehr and telling him he can cancel plans toa ttend my funeral. at leats for a while and making plans to walk a half marathon with hime next year. It feels good beneath teh patina of teh two Tylenol 3s I took an hour or two back that have me falling off my set chair as I write.
I am gla dto be alive and feeling more hopeful tahn i have ina while tooth and all. The girls were more cooperative at bedtiem today though I did yell at onew of them for using a little orvk to "drawer" on teh kitchen table.
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