more adventures from State Street

 How are we all doing?  Meself, not so hot.  I had that second stent put in and came out of it like the first one, feeling like a million bucks.  But then about bedtime I got this pain in my chest, pretty strong, no way I was going to get any sleep that night.  And the advice that they had left me with in the morning was that in case I was feeling pain in my chest I was to CALL 911!!!

Pretty specific.  Lots of people at the towers are well up in age and meatwagons are not rare.  But, I dunno it just seemed too dramatic, and what if one of my neighbors saw me being wheeled into one of them?  Oh Lord.  I compromised, I called a cab.  When it didn't arrive I had second thoughts.  What if I just dropped dead on State Street?  How embarrassing.

Anyway it came, and the half mile ride was ok.  I imagine riding in a meatwagon would have been bumpier and that siren!?  Actually they can't hear the siren from inside, something they installed some years ago to keep the drivers from going deaf. And that is why they always have it set at blast.

And then after passing through the metal detector I was in the ER.  Northwestern's ER is like a block long and kind of like the tv shows, everybody is yelling and you have those on death's doorstop and those out of their heads.  Actually the staff is pretty calm (we do this every day) and efficient, I assume, I never knew what they were doing, and they just rolled their eyes when I dared to ask.

They shipped me into a room where I was tethered to machines and there was actually an alarm that went off if I tried to step out of the bed.  The first night my nurse was a pretty good guy, and the next night she was a nasty woman.  Every now and then they'd roll me out for some test or other, but again nobody told me nothing.

And then after two days I was freed.  Had a meeting with my doctor a few days later and had the temerity to ask what was going on.  He kinda shrugged.  I had heard a rumor a couple times that they were adjusting my meds so I asked him if that was what was going on and he answered, "Sure."

While he was fiddling he had noticed that an artery that he thought wasn't worth bothering with had kind of come to life and now he wants to do that one.  I guess, isn't the more blood the better?

So I have an appointment for one more in about a month and in the meantime I am going through this cardiac rehab thing which seems to be mostly piddly little exercises and very complicated dietary requirements.

And that's the way things are going for me right now.