Gettin’ Fixed (supposedly)…

So, after I was stabilized in the ER I was admitted to the Critical Care Unit at Cullman Regional Hospital. There I was seen by a cardiologist who diagnosed me with a heart condition (Wolf-Parkinson’s something or another) which- so they say- I have probably had my whole life. Apparently, it had just decided to rear its ugly head as of late (though as I said in the previous blog, I have had problems with the ol’ ticker in some capacity for well over a year). Subsequently, I was scheduled to have surgery in Birmingham to correct the problem on October 13th, which is appropriately the day before my birthday. So after spending a couple of days in the hospital in Cullman, I was sent home with instructions calling for a drastic lifestyle change (no more cigs, coffee, or ADHD medicine) and a prescription for beta blockers to keep things in rhythm. The following week, I suffered through the fog induced by the stupid ‘heart pills’ and accomplished absolutely nothing. It was then time for the surgery…time to get fixed. So I have it…I wake up…that meant that I was alive and would get to see that ‘beautiful face’ again (yeah, I’ll get to that). Sometime later, after I was able (relatively) to process a coherent thought, I spoke with the doctor about the surgery. I was left utterly confused by his explanation of the problem and how he went about fixing it. However, I was informed that I had been misdiagnosed and the problem I had was actually a ventricular arrhythmia which, according to Wikipedia (hey, it’s as reliable as a freakin’ doctor) is much more serious than Wolf-Parkinson’s whateverthehell. Whatever, I don’t care anymore. It’s fixed, I go home, and life returns to normal. Right???