Keep the leg elevated, and don't do anything stupid. That's more or less what they tell you after an angioplasty when they send you home. Being male, naturally I can't stop thinking of stupid things to do. I mean, why else get up at four in the morning if there's nothing stupid? Anyhow, I had delayed taking all my meds till after it was all over. They insisted that upon leaving I should use a wheelchair. I did not require the wheelchair beyond that.
Apparently they had to do a double-ender. Go in from both the groin AND the foot. One hell of a blockage mid-thigh. Took more time than usual too. So I was right to curse and swear in several languages when on my feet too long. And I can feel good about that.
And I can imagine the utterances from their side when they encountered a foot-long arterial clog down there. Probably something along the lines of "holy crap how did the old bastard even walk with that?!?" Magic. I am filled with the bad juju your mom warned you about.
Sadly, what all this means is that I no longer have quite as good a reason to cuss sotto voce in several languages obscenely to myself all the time.
Also, they had warned me that the leg would feel peculiar for a while.
Which it does. Quite. Not bad, just ... eccentric.
Now, the other thing is smoking. I am at home surrounded by fine briars, that wink at me and pose alluringly. An open tin of Red Flake by C&D in one direction, some Capstan I popped the other day nearby. Big jars af various blends in a bookshelf opposite. It's tempting.
My apartment mate is in the same room as myself, on her own computer. I think she knows I'm supposed to stay off the stuff while healing. I am frustrated.
Having finally had coffee, I am hatching strategems. She will eventually go have a nap. Our alarms went off at four in the morning. I caught up on my sleep while under anaesthesia.
I shall keep me posted.
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