Today I get to have a tube shoved down my gullet to discover how big the hole in my heart actually is and, presumably, decide whether it's something that needs surgery or is trivial enough to be left alone. Judging by the way I'm feeling day to day I'd be hoping for the surgical option but then I remember what a coward I am when it come to thoughts of operations that I'd be more than happy to hear that it's way too small to worry about..!
When Dan was born by Emergency C-Section after 40+ hours of labour, I was invited by the surgeons to come and watch 'at the mucky end' as my daughter made her first entrance into the world. Needless to say I couldn't face the 'muck' - Sheena's innards - so chose to stay on the other side of the curtain only to be told by the anesthetist that if I was going to pass out then I should leave! I suppose if I do have to have surgery then I'll be the one that gets to be unconscious.
The dizzy spells are continuing and my energy levels are still a little unpredictable, and yesterday I learnt that Beta Blockers are my friends, even if there is a little shortness of breath to accompany their arrival into my bloodstream.
I think today is a full month since all this started in earnest. Still not totally bored but there are moments when I wish I could just click my fingers and be back to full health again....
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