I let myself get too fat again but I'll deal with that. I feel okay. The first two months were horrible. My aortic deformity, which was a congenital condition I had since I was born, had always flagged me when I took the physical needed to play middle & high school sports. One doctor did stop me from the first month of Cross Country practice my high school freshman year ( 1974! ) but I kept bugging him and my parents to approve me. In the seventies one just ( said in a coaches voice ) "Walk it off son, just walk it off." My condition never stopped me. I ended up running over 70 miles a week that season, plus I raced motocross, plus I wrestled in the winter season.
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They used the TAVR system with me except that mine included the aorta replacement. Basically I think that a complete heart transplant would be easier to do: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-D3r-DIvjjE
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I had a reaction to anesthesia that almost killed me ( Malignant Hyperthermia - https://www.google.com/search?q=malignant%20hyperthermia... ) but reintroduced me to God in a brutal way. 3 days intubated afterwards when I didn't wake up after surgery due to my 1 in a million reaction to anesthesia, and the first thing I said to my wife when I woke up was that I met God and Death. She just burst into tears when I opened my eyes and said that.
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I was twice admitted back into the ICU where I found out that my negative moment with powerful drugs wasn't a fluke and caused me to have "ICU psychosis" where I fought with 4 large male 30 year old nurses and one female nurse to a standstill for 20 minutes all while I still had one leg tethered to the bed ( I broke the other 3 ) and only a few days after I had a saw cut thru my chest and then cinched together with some sort of wire like resorbable wire. Anyway, I was actually very proud that my highly doped up 63 year old body put the fear of God into 4 strapping young men who thought that they were just going to grab my old ass and tie me down. One of them did ask, "What's this dudes back story? Is he a retired Army Ranger or something? He never quits!"
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I had two pleural effusions ( https://www.google.com/search?q=pleural%20effusion... ) where they stick a needle thru your back to drain the fluid in your lungs. I can tell you that it sucks ( pun intended ) not being able to breathe. It is also is really uncomfortable and a bit scary when you can't get oxygen inside of you. You have to sleep sitting up - try to sleep sitting up in bed. No fun.
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I put my wife thru a ringer. She fully financially supports me now. I could not have survived this without her. I'd be dead for sure - 100%. I swear she got an M.D. degree, from google search, because if she didn't like what was going on with me she brought it to the ICU's head nurse's attention and more often than not my wife was right. Also, my oldest sister, Dianne, a big-wig at John's Hopkins University and a former ICU nurse in her previous life, was on my wife's speed dial, which she used when there was an "impasse". It's good to have someone on your side that gives a shit about you. I'm proud to say that I was very positive - even when there were storm clouds all around. I had one day where essentially my veins had collapsed because I was dehydrated and it was imperative that they get blood. I was stuck 40 times that day and I never complained. I truly believe that a positive attitude always helps.
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Anyway, I have to get back to my company - www.PowerFuelSolutions.com and change the world, and change the world for my investors while I'm at it.
