Because it's easier than explaining my heart condition,
I've just been telling people I was having surgery to fix my broken heart. ha ha
Three pregnancy tests later, I was finally able to convince the nurses that there was no way I could possibly be pregnant and they prepped me for surgery.
The surgeon was running way behind,
so I ended up waiting for six hours before even going into my (2 hour) surgery.
I then had to lay flat for 6 hours.
Between the two heart surgeries I've had, 30 spots have been ablated.
Supposedly they were able to fix the problem, but only time will tell.
However, now they are concerned about blood clots.
You win some and lose some, I guess. ha ha
I'm feeling pretty good, considering the circumstances,
but am extremely sore.
14 hours of laying flat + a foley + very little pain medication =
a very unhappy/uncomfortable Alana.
Despite my discomfort, I think I did pretty well.
I mean, I didn't threaten to kill my nurses this time...
That counts for something, right?
Until next time,
The Intelligent Blonde