And I ain’t talkin’‘bout the diamonds! cardiac ablation: a procedure used to scar or destroy small areas of the heart by use of heat in sections that are causing incorrect electrical signals resulting in abnormal heart rhythms. My interpretation: a really sharp needle that participates in setting my newly constructed heart on fire… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Ok, that…
The Trainer Rehab Days So yes, I did manage to make it back to the rehab clinic, but thankfully, had a few “breather days” inbetween… The “trainer days” are the two days prior to when the actual cardiac rehab visits start. During this time, you get acquainted with the warm up and cool down exercises, how the machines work, and the whole routine in general. I walked in and the same friendly receptionist directed me down to the waiting area…
September 29th marks the day that my father entered into this world back in 1937. If he were here, today would mark his 80th birthday. My Dad was absolutely the smartest man I have ever known. In his almost seventy-three years here on earth, he held many different jobs and traveled all around the world. He was indeed my “Superman.” He was a military man and served as an Air Controller, Cryptologist as well as a Russian Linguist. He…
“What Makes For an Exciting Story?? An Unexpected Twist!!” After the chest X-ray was the MRI, and yes, the tech followed suit in the pattern of knowing of my daughter… My extensive research on the antiarrhythmic drugs was to no avail. It was deemed best to give the Metoprolol Succinate another shot. So, once again, that prescription was flip-flopped and the dosage upped even more. The cardiology team recommended for me to go ahead and start cardiac rehabilitation therapy…
Discharge Day When I asked my husband how he felt on my day of discharge, this was his response: “A little scared, unresolved, and confused as well. Actually, pretty close to when we brought home our first baby…” Well thanks…. Good thing I didn’t pick up on that at the time. He camouflaged it very well, thank God! “Let’s get the paperwork started to get you outta here!” Nurse Sherry said in her chipper voice. What I…
It’s the morning of surgery, and our scene opens early in room 619 of the Tudor Arms Hotel. Our protagonist watches as the numbers on the digital alarm clock take their time to slowly change, making 10 a.m. seem unattainable… NOT! Stripped of all my narcissistic dignity, (no makeup, no nails, no toe nail polish, not even a stud of jewelry!) I decided to put what little effort I was allowed into, my hair. Curling it and throwing it up…