It's a noisy Tuesday meowning.
The garbage and recycling trucks wake those who aren't up yet.
And, who would that be .. my kids.
I hear movement.
It's been one week since my heart surgery.
One week of very odd.
My 'simple procedure' did not work.
At least, everyone involved thinks.
After fours hours of being slightly sedated,
which means I felt everything,
I was taken back to my room.
Yes, I felt all the things they did to me.
Even the burning of my heart.
That's a good one.
Check that off of my 'to do' list.
The results were that they only found one spot.
My heart rate still hits 194 and bounces all around.
Not a success.
The Dr. says he wants to do it again.
Only this time with no medication.
Are you serious.
This week, I've been napping.
It's the cat in me.
Sitting in chairs and passing out.
Seeing white spots .. literally.
Yesterday, I sat in the back yard.
My son set up my chair and book.
All I did was walk to it.
And, I did do that without having to hold on to anything.
No sitting on the floor, deck or lawn, on the way.
I am improving.
Talked to the nurse yesterday.
She said it can take a month to be better.
And, as she said,
I did have my heart burned.
Due to all of this,
I had to move back to my house in the woods.
(I had been told this was a simple procedure
and that I'd be good to go in a day or two.)
Cats aren't too happy with me.
They get to go out on the deck at the beach place.
Oh well, maybe next Summer.
~ JC ~