I'd meant to be back in action by now, but fate intervened. Without going into too much detail, I skipped the atrial ablation and went straight to a permanent pacemaker. It seemed my heart rate had beome so dangerously low (40-50) that it was actually "pausing" at times to the point where I felt dizzy and faint. I blame this on my underlying cardiac condition, the various meds designed to regulate heart rhythm, and, of course, the sight of Elon Musk giving the Nazi salute.
Other than some soreness since Friday's procedure, I am feeling so much better now that enough blood and oxygen are reaching my brain and other body parts. (Don't even get me started on my Kafkaesque journey through the medical industrial complex!)
I just want to reassure everybody that I am still alive if not yet kicking. Above all, thanks to all of you for your kind well-wishes.
Needless to say, there is plenty to write about these days and I have plenty of ideas jelling around in my oxygen-rich brain.
Stay tuned, and thank you again for your support!
1 comment:
Hooray!! Pace yourself, not just your heart; we can be patient, knowing you're on the road back.
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