(No poem today – not even a poem about no poem today).
Going in to get my stent tomorrow. Even this little I’ve been dealing with, this little health concern, the past couple weeks is wearing me out. I just want to go in and get it the hell over with – admission isn’t til noon, and I can’t eat or even drink anything in the morning.
This is actually about the best of all possible outcomes – they found a problem, can work on it simply. And my heart has actually been working around the blockage. Not sure if it explains my 1/4 drop in heart pumping power (called the Ejection Fraction, as a percentage) over the last two years (but still decent for a man who’s been through what I have – the drop is more worrisome than the current point). Or if it explains my lethargy over the past year. But my blood and urine tests toward this show nothing the doctors find worth noting. No mention of high cholesterol (been taking Crestor) or encroaching diabetes.
So, an overnight in the hospital (maybe two), and I guess about a week of rest. Plan on taking off work through Monday. They may tell me something different when I am about to leave – I was surprised at the admonition not to drive for a whole week after my angiogram.
But I made the dumb move – doing something I rarely do with something medical – that is, looking up cardiac stenting. Nasty looking wire meshes – some drug-coated, others “bare metal”. But, I also see that even back in 2000 there was over 1 million angioplasties performed in the US, so I guess they’ve got enough practice.