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Again, they withheld my chow Friday morning, though sometimes it really can be blessing especially if you're in the hospital. Maybe they just didn't want anything like eggs and bacon showing up on my EDG test. An EDG (Esophagogastroduodenoscopy ) is where they take a camera and show it down your throat down to your stomach then to your small intestine to check what kind of pest might be causing you a mound of fuss.
Before the procedure, they will knock you out then you wake up with smiling nurse right in front of you offering a ginger ale, and hanging out with your for 30 minutes then putting you back to your room where a gilded meal awaits you. Well, as the menu card says, I had a Salisbury steak, though it looked more like an old and rather dried doggy poop. Good thing I requested my wife to bring an alternative food before they rolled me off. My nurse, who tried to get me to eat, just silently took the other platter away.
So, six days in the hospital, all kids of tests, and what we turn up is that I have a heart flutter, and no resolution on the abdominal pain, which is what brought me in. Now I'm not compaining, my heart does need to be fixed, and in the big picture, the heart trumps whatever else is on the table.
So in 30 days I go back for a day to get electro-shock to set my heart rate back to normal. If that doesn't work, they'll do an immediate nip and tuck to fix the problem permanently. It is amazing that all these procedures are considered minor. They weren't even done 10 years ago.
One of you humored me that I should use the easiest way, by stunning myself with a small stun gun. Good idea though I dunno if it will work. But I think I'd prefer to use the service of the professional specialist which by the way is covered by my health insurance.
I want to express my gratitude to all you folks who sent me email and called while I was in the hospital. Your messages and thoughtfulness were highly appreciated, and gave me enough strength when I was in pain. Your prayers have helped me in getting out of the hospital late Friday night. Before I get tuned up back to work, I will first take it easy for a week maybe.
My mailbag was really full, but I just scanned them quickly today and I got what I need to reiterate. There is a huge difference in the level of confidence of those who carry tools and those who doesn't. Those who do, know how to take care of themselves in any unpleasant event.
As multi culturalism and diversity thumped our voices by the anti-dodgeball crowd over the years, our ability to take care of ourselves and those in our charge has somehow gotten lost. The pendulum is swinging the other way, but we have to be aware and watchful in every way.
Do not forget, every year a lot of people were killed and hurt by 2 x 4's, more than by a little Wildfire pepper spray. We must outlaw wood! Bricks! Hammers! Rocks! Crowbars and pipes! And pitchforks, and shovels!
Before I get myself all worked up, this all for now and goodbye.
Before the procedure, they will knock you out then you wake up with smiling nurse right in front of you offering a ginger ale, and hanging out with your for 30 minutes then putting you back to your room where a gilded meal awaits you. Well, as the menu card says, I had a Salisbury steak, though it looked more like an old and rather dried doggy poop. Good thing I requested my wife to bring an alternative food before they rolled me off. My nurse, who tried to get me to eat, just silently took the other platter away.
So, six days in the hospital, all kids of tests, and what we turn up is that I have a heart flutter, and no resolution on the abdominal pain, which is what brought me in. Now I'm not compaining, my heart does need to be fixed, and in the big picture, the heart trumps whatever else is on the table.
So in 30 days I go back for a day to get electro-shock to set my heart rate back to normal. If that doesn't work, they'll do an immediate nip and tuck to fix the problem permanently. It is amazing that all these procedures are considered minor. They weren't even done 10 years ago.
One of you humored me that I should use the easiest way, by stunning myself with a small stun gun. Good idea though I dunno if it will work. But I think I'd prefer to use the service of the professional specialist which by the way is covered by my health insurance.
I want to express my gratitude to all you folks who sent me email and called while I was in the hospital. Your messages and thoughtfulness were highly appreciated, and gave me enough strength when I was in pain. Your prayers have helped me in getting out of the hospital late Friday night. Before I get tuned up back to work, I will first take it easy for a week maybe.
My mailbag was really full, but I just scanned them quickly today and I got what I need to reiterate. There is a huge difference in the level of confidence of those who carry tools and those who doesn't. Those who do, know how to take care of themselves in any unpleasant event.
As multi culturalism and diversity thumped our voices by the anti-dodgeball crowd over the years, our ability to take care of ourselves and those in our charge has somehow gotten lost. The pendulum is swinging the other way, but we have to be aware and watchful in every way.
Do not forget, every year a lot of people were killed and hurt by 2 x 4's, more than by a little Wildfire pepper spray. We must outlaw wood! Bricks! Hammers! Rocks! Crowbars and pipes! And pitchforks, and shovels!
Before I get myself all worked up, this all for now and goodbye.
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