As promised, I’m posting again after the procedure. So, clearly, I am still alive. This entry is posting a little later than would be expected. I have not been lax in updating though. When I arrived for the procedure on Tuesday I discovered the doctor performing the surgery was sick with the flu. So It was delayed to Friday.
On Friday, he was fortunately well enough to perform. Although I have no actual evidence of that; I never saw the doctor. I was wheeled into a room with a large number of people and then anesthetized before the doctor showed up. But he signed the paperwork so I assume he did something.
I think it was successful. According to my Apple Watch, my heart rate is now more steady than at any time since I got a watch that could track that. Which would be November 2018.
But it was still a big deal so I’m recovering in other ways. My chest hurts, sometimes a lot. (Not unexpected.) But it clears up with some Ibuprofen. I’m supposed to be careful of the entry wounds that they made to slip the tiny tools into me, but then Belle went and stepped on it after I fed her. (She was fidgeting and thought there were more interesting places to go than on my lap.) I think the bruising has increased, but I don’t appear to be leaking anything.
We were supposed to go to a New Year’s Eve party tonight, but taking it easy and recovering looks like a better idea. Which is unfortunate because I don’t see many parties in our future anymore, so we should always take the opportunity when they present themselves.
And with that, I bid you goodnight.