Twelve months ago I was moved from Shrewsbury cardiac ward to Wolverhampton so that I could be given a angiogram, so I smoked my last cigarette exactly 365 days ago to the minute, I stubbed it out and got into the ambulance at 09.00, and I was not allowed outside of new cross for another eight days. So that is the 'biggish' one I do use a vape but that is now only two or three times a day and a 0.6% juice and in another couple of months hopefully stopped completely .
So there I was for my angio and a possible stent or two or three, the nice lady put the probey thingy in to my left wrist, and I lay watching it's progress on the big tv. My thoughts were 1, this is a fairly scary thing some really good looking lady who does seems rather Yong is pushing a bit of flexible metal towards my hart and I have had to sign bits of paper saying that I understand that things can go south.
And 2, this room is rather cold and why are surgical gowns backless? Is there ever a reason for a cardiac surgeon to acsses your bum in a emergency?.
So she squirts the gunk and I see the pretty swirls around my hart in glorious black and white, and she pulls out the probey thingy totally forgetting to leave any stents behind, this was my first indication that cardiac surgeons do ocassinaly tell you the odd Porkie, she hadn't fitted a stent so I must be ok it's all a big misunderstanding (conveniently forgetting that Nasty little hart attack and the shouty nurse in casualty).
Then a softly spoken Italian man appears Mr 'R' and explains that apparently I am a special customer and he wants to give me a triple hart bypass, he said lots of things but for some reason after the word bypass all I heard was bla bla Vlady bla.
And on Tuesday next week it will be twelve months since the huge anniversary my cabg X3 , but like I said cardiac surgeons do tell you the odd Porkie because I went in for 3 new bits, and came round (well sort of if you have done intensive care you know what I mean) I came round with a cabgx4.
On Thursday morning last week we went rowing on the river in Chester, from the stage to the marina and back in 28 minutes, I was not watching the time so it was a bit of a shock to be told that we still had 17 minutes left. We walked all around the walls and hired a couple of bicycles and went for a nice ride.
Not bad for someone who this time last year signed a pice of paper saying that I understood that I might not wake up.
Thanks Mr 'R' and the new cross team one year down hopefully lots more to come.