Two Weeks Later

It has been officially 2 weeks since my surgery.
It is officially 2 weeks since I lost a day.
The day that still is shrouded in fog.

The last thing I recall is the masked man saying,"this will make you more comfortable."




On this fine day, I went to my GP. We went through my pile of drugs and received more pain killers. Merete's life would be miserable without these pain killers as would mine. The GP asked when I would be seeing the Cardiologist and I explained not until mid August. He seemed a little taken a back and asked if the surgeon was going to see me. I said to him "Why would he want to see me? He's finished with me, he has handed me back to you and the Cardiologist."The GP grinned and nodded in agreement. I mentioned my hot potato theory and he smiled. "Well somebody better keep an eye you, so I guess it will be me, come in next Wednesday."

The only issue I have right now other than pain from the chest spreading is that my BP is low. My GP is going to monitor this, and has some ideas already. We discussed the recovery time required after heart surgery and he's going to work with me a lot through this period. I am very lucky to have a doctor like this, he is caring, straight forward and has a sense of humour. I couldn't be in better hands, between my GP and Merete (she's almost a doctor), I should recover in no time.