Cardiologists & Amy without Tattoos

Yes, I have been dogging it a bit. I've been busy painting my buns off for the past 2 weeks. I did however make time to see Heir CardioMan last Wednesday.
He has reverted back to his ol' self and it was a bit like dealing with a 4x4 chunk of pressure treated wood. I can never tell whether I'm improving or not after a visit with Za Doctor. Apparently I'm still alive and have improved since the surgery. Sort of, kind of, maybe, like I said the heart is ticking away.


He took my blood pressure and then asked how it was when I took it at home. The other weird one was that he asked if "they" were monitoring my INR (warfarin blood thinner) or was somebody else. This made me laugh a bit. My GP is monitoring it with me. The other funny one was that he asked why I came to see him rather than the Cardio Surgeon. I explained I was told the visit was an either or situation and he was chosen. Apparently this made him feel special because he wants to see me again in six months. Joy oh bliss, yet another trip into town. I should feel happy that he is giving me such fine care especially after this visit, he actually got my name right.

The highlight of the visit was that I had an ECG by an Amy Winehouse lookalike. She didn't have Amy's tattoos but I was quite amused. The other cool thing was that ECG machines are now the size of 2 slices of bread stacked together and go directly into the laptop computer via the USB port. How Star Trekky is that?

All in all not a bad visit, I still have to check with my GP regarding my high pulse rate, my blood pressure is good but my pump is running at 93 beats. I have to go for an EKG or for those of you back east a Doppler on August 2oth. This test will look at my Dacron Aorta Root repair, the surgeon likes to appreciate his own work.

I don't mean to sound cynical but when I re-read this I thought I should clarify something. I do appreciate the fine work both the cardiologist,the surgeon, the fabulous nurses and staff of Royal Jubilee Hospital. I thank them for keeping me alive. If I can't poke a little fun their way and keep my twisted sense of humour intact I wouldn't be doing my job and that wouldn't be any fun at all, might as well become a ....................... . I'll leave it to you folks to decide, just pick the most boring occupation and insert into the blank.