Monday Morning

Here it is. And I don't mind it one bit. After accomplishing next to nothing this weekend, I'm ready to get back in the saddle. I'll head to a client's office this morning and wait for a phone call from the cardiologist's nurse to tell me when to bring The Daddler in this afternoon for a pacemaker check. There's a chip in it and they can see exactly what it's been doing. We'll let them know the episode happened Saturday morning and they can take a look at it. I suppose they'll know if it was a mechanical problem. I'm thinking that's the best answer. If it's not a pulled muscle, which doesn't make sense to me.

The on-call nurse asked me what brand The D had. No idea. She said to check the card in his wallet. She asked me if it was Medtronic. It was Boston Scientific. I asked her if there'd been a problem with a certain brand, and she said no, but I'm not sure I believe her. If there is a problem with the device, I wonder if they'll have to replace it. When we went for a checkup two weeks ago, they ran the usual test and said it looked good and the battery was fine. I asked them what happened when the battery runs down. Minor outpatient surgery. Ugh. Scary. On more than one level. The D's kind of a baby when it comes to being sick. I can't criticize because I'm every bit as bad, if not worse. But more than the idea of waiting on him hand and foot, is any surgery minor when you're 80 years old?

That's better than a problem with his heart, though. So if it's not the pacemaker, they'll run tests. Bloodwork. The enzymes show if there's been a heart attack. Lots of imaging, I suppose. A stress test, maybe. We've been through all this before. He has some blockage in one of his coronary arteries, but it wasn't bad enough to do anything about at the time. After all these milkshakes I've been giving him, I'm feeling a little guilty. How bad is bad enough to do surgery? That would be really risky, I'm sure. But he's pretty tough. Well, I'm not gonna go there. He cannot die. I'm not ready for that. I'm not over Mother. Guess I never will be.

Ok, I already have some work emails to answer and cash balances to check. An investment report to do before the market opens. And I need to undo a stupid decision I made this weekend. Should be doable, but I'll feel better when it's done. Too stupid to blog about.

Over and out...