...and it's not even me. Tom, my husband of 50 years, is hitting a wobbly patch so I feel like sharing or offloading - so thanks for listening. His 'widow maker' heart attack was in February and the brilliant emergency services had him whisked away and stented (4) all within a few hours, home again after a few days then onwards with recuperation and a zillion pills. We know there's some permanent heart damage and his ef of 43 or thereabouts is probably here to stay but we can work with that. However, a recent MRI (privately , as it was a need-to-know extra) showed a mural thrombus. Or in plainer English, a blood clot somewhere in his heart or artery or stent or wherever. Not good. Blood thinners and anti-coagulants to try and disperse or flush out (??) said clot. So back to local GP with an exchange of aspirin to edoxaban and the old prasugrel to a new medication of clopidogrel. All the other things like eplerenone, ramiprill, atorvastatin, bisoprolol etc just the same.
But he also has two hernias that cause quite a lot of discomfort. However, no surgery until after February when clopidogrel can be stopped as well as edoxaban, albeit temporarily with one of them. And he also has a humdinger of a horrible cold (sneezing and coughing with two hernias not recommended). Furthermore, he has nasty stomach cramps - possibly from the change of pills. He is an excellent patient, enduring all this with stalwart tolerance and no self pity whatsoever. I, however, have this enormous need to write this lot down, to offload, and have maybe just one of you, say "It's okay. This day will pass ..." There. I feel better already. Thanks.