Angina

Posted on September 4, 2004 in Coronary

Ever since I received the diagnosis, I’ve been more conscious of a stiffness in my chest, which could be partly the stress of the knowledge that my heart is a bit dodgy and that I must submit to an invasive catheter to be rammed up my toosh if they can’t find an appropriate artery in my arm. And I thought I’d felt the worst with being rehydrated through the wrist! (Do they give you a local at least?)

I’ve been amusing myself sanding and painting wooden plaques for friends, family, and The Wall. Lynn searched the net while I was sleeping and nearly fell from her chair when she found an article that said that people with angina have a five year average life expectancy — if they are elderly and in poor health. A friend told me to double check on the balloon treatment before assenting — she seems to remember that it might be contraindicated for diabetes. (Anyone hear of this?) I’ve been putting my thoughts and my feelings into crafts, writing, and killing little pixel people.

I don’t expect that this will kill me. The name of the game, once a treatment has been prescribed and carried out, will be good diet and back to Whiting. My cardiologist explicitly forbade going down that hill until we have dealt with the problem. The question ahead of me now is this: will it be Drano, Roto-Rooter, or replumbing the works?