but here goes. At the conclusion of work yesterday, I got in my truck to drive home.
That's the last thing I remember until I woke up, hanging from my seatbelt in the now-upside down truck, in a ditch along the railroad tracks south of town. The truck was destroyed, but I was uninjured except for some small nicks or cuts on my hands from crawling out through the piles of broken glass.
The fire department transported me to the nearest hospital, where I was duly examined and x-rayed, and pronounced healthy.
Until the cardiologist walked in with my EKG and said we needed to talk.
Long story, short version: I had angioplasty this morning to open a blocked coronary artery. It was 100 per cent successful, and there was ZERO damage to the heart muscle.
Got it just in time. Praise God!
So I'm riding out the rest of the workweek as a guest in the Cardiac Unit, under observation. Can go home on Friday, they say.
This isn't how I'd planned to spend my week, but my wife and daughters brought me the laptop & my Kindle.At least now, after some 27 hours here, I have something to do.
I can't promise that I'll post regularly, but I will be checking in... and I trust your days are better than my yesterday was.