Fought guys twice my size ,but bolted off the table at emerg admitting!! Might have been the combo of the meds but I was off that table and back in the parking lot before my wife knew what happened. That was the BIGGEST needle I have ever seen for drawing blood.
You see the thing with the heart is when your not in pain ,well I was wondering why I was there. Also i am alergic to pain of all kinds.
So when someone says that an angiogram is just " a minor proceedure ," have him call me.
And when they open that steel cabinet in the op room and choose the proper sized "tube ' for the insertion , remember you are not at the local garage and having a fan belt changed.
And to be fully conscious, while someone you have never met is driving a catheder from your groin to your heart ,is ,in itself an act of faith.
Results, 3 lesions 70% ,80% and 100% blockage in the third. Recommendations .open heart surgery. Anyone know of a good medical plan that we can convince this is not a pre existing condition. ha ha .
But three days in a private room ,with a bed for the Mrs.cable ,hot and cold running nurses.decent food, pills Doctors visits .5500bhat!!. angiogram 20500. 500 over the quote.
But the one thing that really got my head to churning was ,why, in all the rooms I have been in,in all my time in Thailand ,Do I always have to tighten that fkn toilet seat !Like its not rocket science.Filthy bloody things.!!And the room was immaculate ,except for the quarter inch of dust on the top of the cheap plastic mirror in the bathroom.Why is it that most Thai people have the inability to look up! My wife suffers from the same affliction . mops the floor with gusto,but the coffee table still has last nights munchies on it .
And the young Doctor that recommended I let him and his cohorts split me open like a chicken on the barbecue,had a polo shirt on that must have been ten years old.the collar was hidious! frayed right through .I was going to stuff a thousand bhat note in his pocket,but I hate to offend.
Anyway .guess I'll go through with the op. whats the worst that can happen. thank you for letting me vent






