Pacer Chick

I was talking with my grandma today about surgery…don’t ask me why. I can’t remember how the subject came up. My second and last pacemaker surgeries happened without much fanfare, basically in and out. First one though, huge mess! The worst one though for me was my ablation surgery. I have vowed never to get another one of those ever again!

I actually woke up twice during the ablation surgery. The one time was when I think they were actually burning out the bad part and I pretty much felt then what it was like to have a heart attack. It was awful! I remember they gave me more anesthesia, but lo and behold, I woke up again! This time, I woke up when they were taking the wires out. The way an ablation works is they put wires in through your groin up to the heart. So I felt them removing both wires from my grown and…yeah. I am sure you can imagine that was NOT a fun feeling! Then for the next I think either 12 or 24 hours I couldn’t move my legs because the plugs where they stuck the leads in would come out, I would bleed a lot, huge mess, not my cup of tea. So, of course…I am tired, can’t move my legs…Jessica was NOT a happy camper. I was yelling at my mom, sister, nurses, whoever!

Did I gross you out? Hey…these things aren’t all fun sometimes, believe me! I have lived the highs and lows. I can tell you the funny little anecdotes, and I can tell you about a lot of the pain I have been through. But, I don’t feel the need to dwell on the bad, but I can throw in a depressing story every once and awhile.

Headache. Laundry. Bummer.

Grandma’s house. Yay!

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