A catheter is inserted, and wherever there is narrowing or blockage, caused by crud build-up and hardening of the arteries, a little balloon is inflated, squashing the fatty matter and thus allowing improved blood flow. It's quite fascinating, takes about an hour more or less, and is performed under local anesthesia and mild sedation.
Same day in and out.
That, at least, is what I've been able to find out from the internet. Ivermectin is NOT part of the process (mentioned only so you know that I've not been reading the batshit medicine sites).
I still need to to schedule a meeting with the arterial rotorooter specialist to find out more.
As well as the whens and whats. Sometime this year.
My apartment mate assured me that she would have plenty of food in the house for my return, and not to concern myself about rent if I have to take extra days off work.
She'll also pick me up from the hospital if needed.
"Don't worry, just get your damned nasty-ass legs taken care of."
Apparently her ex-boyfriend found her "bedside" manner appalling. And brutal. From which we deduce that Wheelie Boy was a wuss. Her supportive attitude is just what the doctor ordered. My damned nasty-ass legs appreciate it.
As you get older, the hardware no longer performs as optimally as it did when you were in your teens. That's just how it is. Some of it needs a tune-up. My damned nasty-ass legs will function much better once this is done.
So while I fear the expense (deductible), I am keen to get this done.
Heck, I might even be capable of running.
Haven't done that in years.
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