Heeerrres Unca Walt. I dunno how I can catch up on all that went down while I was playing "oops!" in the horsepistol.
Went into heart foofaraw and into the ER. It took 14 hours to get it to stop. <-- Hah. Wrong word; get it to SLOW. The hospital was full, so I had to lay in the ER for the first ten hours, unable to move becuz of wires or needles or garden hoses they had in both arms.
Almost as uncomfortable as sitting in a Volkswagen.
Turns out I am one of the few who have later reaction to the stuff they prescribed for me back in January when A-fib hit for the first time becuz of alcohol and caffeine triggers. There was no way of knowing I'd fit into that group, but I have always been lucky thataway.
Finally got put into a room. (*snork*) Fargin room temp was 68F. I always wear shorts. I got disconnected from all the ER stuff... and here is where I began to be amazed. Flat amazed. Straight out of Dr. Leonard McCoy.
I remained with 14 monitor wires stuck to my chest, but I was ambulatory! Yup. All done by signals from a smartphone thing.
Then this guy comes in from the Jeffries tube holding a spacy camera. He holds it over me and it goes "click". "Wozzat?" sez I.
"I just took an X-ray of your heart."
"Don't you get irradiated doing that a jillion times a day?"
He explained that the technology had advanced to where the radiation from the gadget is no more than you would get walking across the room. Not only that, but it wasn't a foggy thing. They can get a detailed 3D look all the way through.
So the bottom line comes out to a sharply-reduced Christmas present stuff for the grandlings. Seems my new, necessary prescription for this problem has to be one that cost $753/month... and it ain't covered under any insurance. (*sigh*)
When they told me that, I couldn't help it. I did the Jack Benny routine where the crook says to him:
"Your money or your life!"
Jack Benny just stares at the guy until the guy says, "Well!?"
"I'm thinking! I'm thinking!"
HAH. Like we useta say, they can kill us but they can't eat us. That's against the law.
I'm at 120/72 with HR 58 as I type this. I appear to be easy to ding, but impossibobble to kill. Sorta like an old turtle.
So... Hisself is back inna saddle. No side effects -- I can still whip my weight in butterflies.
We were only able to do it standing up once in celebration when I got home, though.