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Everybody A-fib tonight

My latest setback is brought to you by the letter ‘A’ and by the numbers “all over the place.” I woke up yesterday morning to my heart rate racing, skipping, slowing, pounding…you name it. It was very disconcerting to say

heart beat medical

Everybody A-fib tonight

My latest setback is brought to you by the letter ‘A’ and by the numbers “all over the place.” I woke up yesterday morning to my heart rate racing, skipping, slowing, pounding…you name it. It was very disconcerting to say

Yes, my surgeons actually posed for a picture in the middle of my operation. I expected nothing less.

Tales from the OR

WARNING: This post contains my blood and guts, literally. If you’re squeamish, I recommend skipping this one. What follows is my journey through the operating room at Columbia-Presbyterian on July 18, 2012. Apologies, but I couldn’t help starting off with

Yes, my surgeons actually posed for a picture in the middle of my operation. I expected nothing less.

Tales from the OR

WARNING: This post contains my blood and guts, literally. If you’re squeamish, I recommend skipping this one. What follows is my journey through the operating room at Columbia-Presbyterian on July 18, 2012. Apologies, but I couldn’t help starting off with

Doing the Cha-Cha

This is what post-hospital life feels like without the eye candy of a young Val Kilmer. Every hour it seems is one step forward, one step back. Sometimes two steps forward, two steps back. And just for fun, every now

Doing the Cha-Cha

This is what post-hospital life feels like without the eye candy of a young Val Kilmer. Every hour it seems is one step forward, one step back. Sometimes two steps forward, two steps back. And just for fun, every now

My first moment outside the hospital walls with my new chest art.

Freedom!

Apologies for taking to long to post a new update, but the transition out of the hospital took a lot out of me. I was officially discharged at 5pm yesterday (Monday, July 23rd). By 6pm I was trying to find

My first moment outside the hospital walls with my new chest art.

Freedom!

Apologies for taking to long to post a new update, but the transition out of the hospital took a lot out of me. I was officially discharged at 5pm yesterday (Monday, July 23rd). By 6pm I was trying to find

Hospital Update #7: Little Miss Cranky

Today was a mixed day. Summer did her part, but the various physicians (3) who visited (separately) seemed to have different information, different ideas and different criteria for discharge. Two of them were fairly indifferent. It took all of Summer’s

Hospital Update #7: Little Miss Cranky

Today was a mixed day. Summer did her part, but the various physicians (3) who visited (separately) seemed to have different information, different ideas and different criteria for discharge. Two of them were fairly indifferent. It took all of Summer’s

Practice run for being able to recover, take meds, and blog all at once. It lasted for all of one minute.

Hospital Update #6: One foot in front of the other

Saturday began with a 5:30am wake-up visit from Joe, the night shift nurse. It’s never too early to begin your day in the hospital. By 5:45am Summer was upright in a chair next to her bed, and expected to stay

Practice run for being able to recover, take meds, and blog all at once. It lasted for all of one minute.

Hospital Update #6: One foot in front of the other

Saturday began with a 5:30am wake-up visit from Joe, the night shift nurse. It’s never too early to begin your day in the hospital. By 5:45am Summer was upright in a chair next to her bed, and expected to stay

Embarking on said kick-ass lap. Please disregard ICU hair. ;)

Hospital Update #5: The Kick-ass Lap

“Am I just making shit up?” That’s Summer’s sentence. Twice today she has given us a sentence that had no basis in current time or space. Then she has paused and said….”I’m making shit up, aren’t I?” This is the

Embarking on said kick-ass lap. Please disregard ICU hair. ;)

Hospital Update #5: The Kick-ass Lap

“Am I just making shit up?” That’s Summer’s sentence. Twice today she has given us a sentence that had no basis in current time or space. Then she has paused and said….”I’m making shit up, aren’t I?” This is the