Thank you to everyone who has enquired about my welfare, sent good wishes, etc...
I had an angiogram yesterday. They stick a camera in you from the femoral artery and take a wander round your body. It’s actually good fun but I guess I have strange ideas of fun. I’m being sent to Broad Green Hospital for by-pass surgery which suits me very well since I trust them and they are the specialist centre for the area. I worked in Broad Green in the late 1960s – it’s where I did my 10 weeks of nursing training before ignominiously voiding my stomach when seeing a child brought into A & E on bonfire night. That shouldn’t even have happened because the children’s hospital was only a mile away but they were too busy. Burned child equalled decision that medicine was not to be chosen profession.
Still a bit sore from the angiogram and have to avoid climbing trees for the next 48 hours but otherwise fine. The consultant has decided that putting in more stents (little bits of plastic tubing in the artery and branches) would be difficult and probably not solve the problem.
The even better news – I can drive the car after 48 hours. That’s according to the leaflet I’ve been given. The authors of the leaflet failed to take into account my other health problems which mean I see two of everything and cannot feel the pedals so have a habit of driving into walls! (Last time - when I quit driving - almost everyone asked if our house wall was OK before asking about me!). Reminds me of the old joke about the man who damaged his hand in machinery at work and asked the doctor “Will I be able to play the piano after the operation”. “Oh yes, in a week or 2”, said the doctor. “Oh good”, said the chap, “I’ve always wanted to play the piano.”
In theory the op. has to be carried out within 18 weeks of my original referral and Broad Green is quiet on the surgery front at the moment so it should be prior to 8th January and most probably a bit before Christmas subject to Broad Green seeing me and agreeing to do it.
Jo had come to pick me up and was there when the consultant saw me. She was pleased that there was only a 2 to 3% chance of anything going wrong with by-pass surgery (like a stroke, heart attack, need for will reading, etc...). I find it hilarious that folk who think those are good odds then go on to do (and religiously check) the weekly UK Lottery on the basis that there is a 1 in 13,983,816 chance of winning the jackpot. Mind you, the odds on winning something each time you do it are 54-1. Which means I am overdue a second win by at least six months...
The third bit of good news is that my right coronary artery is in fine condition for a man of my age (mind you, the consultant did mis-read my notes as saying born in 1929!). Obviously all the saturated fats and smoke of my mis-spent youth have gone been very British and driven on the left!
That’s all about me.
How about you? Hope you are all well out there and hope I’ll see you on my blog again soon. Mind you, since my blog has 67 followers the odds on one of us drowning in the bath-tub is 1,000 to 1. I suggest you all shower for the next week...
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