I'm ignoring the
fact that today is the 13th because I'm not even one miniscule bit
superstitious. Besides it's Monday, not Friday. The surgery itself is not going to be pretty, but hey, it's only
the heart, not the brain. The cerebrum,
now that's some serious sh*t. (Please
note that I will always use a star when I spell sh*t because I'm a lady.) You can't be too careful around the cerebrum.
The surgeon hiccups, the knife slips ever so slightly and boom there goes your
vast memory storage of chicken jokes, just like that. Now with the heart, there's a bit more room
for error so one unsuspecting hiccup won't totally wipe out your whole entire
life, or could it?
Meds: Pradaxa (blood
thinner), diuretic, beta blocker, anti-depressant, Multaq (discontinued several
weeks ago because it no longer controlled the A-Fib), fish oil, vitamins and
supplements
