The insurance company that handles my Medicaid finally came through with approval, after causing a week’s delay in getting my stress test. Frankly, I was more concerned about it than I am my actual implant procedure, after some of the horror stories about even the chemical version. I had no reaction whatsoever to the stuff they pumped into me though.
The most aggravating part was laying my nearly 400 pound carcass onto a “bed” of what seemed to be a quarter circumference of a body-length piece of three foot steel pipe. A normal-sized person would probably have had no problems, but I lapped over the edges just enough that it was almost painful. Unfortunately, my irregular heartbeat made the test take longer than it would have otherwise. They blocked my legs up a bit to make me more comfortable, but near the end of the second siege of the test, my right leg fell from the block. Since developing this heart problem, I’ve learned to fall asleep even when sitting up in a somewhat uncomfortable chair, so I knew what had happened.
I apologized to the nurse, since I was supposed to hold still, while the little traveling gizmo above my chest snapped “pictures” of my heart. I asked if I hadn’t fallen asleep, and the nurse replied, “a little bit.” When asked if I’d been snoring, she LAUGHED and repeated that line. That told me that only a minute before, the room had probably reverberated with the sound of a large sawmill in a full-power cut. Luckily, my test lasted only a couple more minutes.
I lucked out by being one of only three people to be tested that day, when usually they do ten. The others had cancelled due to the weather. As a result, I was out at least an hour sooner than normal. They called the next day to say that the test had shown that I was okay for surgery, so this coming Wednesday, I’ll go under the knife, weather permitting.
They said that I’ll remain conscious enough to converse with them; I just hope that I don’t snore. © 2016