Doctor God the cardiologist has the height, the boyish looks, the hero-worshipping lesser mortals in tow and everything that might inspire someone to settle into being a a big-headed prat.
This guy is a nice guy. It seems like his genuine goal in life is rescuing people and saving the day.
His next in line looks like ‘the biscuit’ (John Cage) out of Ally McBeal and sounds like the tall one from Little Britain – he says ‘hmmm’ and I just want to crack up.
So the medical bit. They’ve found the problem, they just don’t know what it is doing there. Everything around the ‘event’ says spasm, but spasms tend to undo.
Whatever, I’ll either get a ‘stent’ (arterial reinforcement like the crossing threads on a garden hose – think microscopic chicken wire fence).
They are going to treat my body like a child’s first sewing kit again tomorrow and have a good look round.
After that I should be home with blood thinners, beta-blockers, something to lower cholesterol, major nicotine withdrawal and instructions to take it very easy for a while.
Thanks for all your good wishes. Husband has printed out a copy of all your comments for me to see.
I know life can catch up on you, I just thought maybe in 15-20 years – right now just seems like bad luck.