I'd let my brother in law know about my appointment to the cardiologist. Was simply a follow up. Then the surgeon a few weeks later. Now according to that silly assed paperwork, I wasn't suppossed to drive until the week that coincided with the surgeon appointment. Now I figure it had to do with turning and screwing up the chest bones they had to drill with. Maybe it also has to do with air bags. For the nonce, it was being driven and still in the back seat. I was taking no chances.
About 30 or so miles from my house, not in the easiest to find place. We went. We got there, found parking. The cardiologist seemed to like how things were progressing. Nice fellow. I forgot to ask him, I'd discovered it recently and this is important so remember this. I seemd to have a black thing in my neck....a stitch. I was unsure. I suppose I was just so glad to hear things were going well. I then asked when he thought I'd be cleared to go back to work, he asked me what the rush was.
In my mind I was yelling "you try living on short term disability". I also asked him who gave me the okay to go back to work. Calm as day on the outside. Probably said something to the effect of just wanting to get on with my life. We left, called my sister I think. I really can't remember. As I said in the begining she's okay. I'm assuming she was fine and know she was glad to hear the Dr. report.
Also equally important. I asked him about coffee. His response was do you need to have coffee. Told him if I needed it there would be no conversation, I'd just stop drinking it. I love coffee to much to become one of those zombie people in the morning that can't function without it. Joy of Joy, he cleared me.
Let's make this a to be continued eh?
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