{"id":11620,"date":"2016-09-19T20:47:25","date_gmt":"2016-09-19T19:47:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=11620"},"modified":"2016-09-19T20:47:25","modified_gmt":"2016-09-19T19:47:25","slug":"sheer-heart-attack-update-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=11620","title":{"rendered":"Sheer Heart Attack: update 4"},"content":{"rendered":"

Monday 19th September<\/strong><\/p>\n

The morning started off usually, with the BP and temperature obs, followed by a cup of NHS-T (see what I did there?)<\/p>\n

Breakfast, by the way, is a couple of weetabix and two rounds of toast.<\/p>\n

And a handful of tablets that do various things to my blood and to my heart.<\/p>\n

Until I have the angiogram nobody actually knows what damage (if any) has been done to my heart, what remedial action (if any) needs to occur, and how long I need to have for recuperation.<\/p>\n

So I am unable to answer any of the usual questions to which people want answers.<\/p>\n

And I include myself in that ‘people’ category.<\/p>\n

The nurse I saw earlier from the cardigan<\/del> cardiac rehabilitation unit said that I should expect to be signed off for up to four weeks.<\/p>\n

This was obviously a shock, but then I realised that she – like me – doesn’t know what the specialist is likely to say; doesn’t know what my angiogram results will show.<\/p>\n

Managing my expectations, obv.<\/p>\n

A complicating administrative factor in all this hoo hah is that I haven’t yet registered with a GP practice local to home.<\/p>\n

I’m still registered with one in Rugby.<\/p>\n

So we are trying to get me transferred to a local GP while I’m still in hospital.<\/p>\n

When I say ‘we’ I mean that Sam is helping; she came armed with many forms for me to fill in this evening.<\/p>\n

In other news, I am bored.<\/p>\n

More bored than I was yesterday.<\/p>\n

I have spent much of the day reading helpful articles on ‘How to restore a classic motorbike’.<\/p>\n

Sam’s Triumph 3TA might be in line for some long overdue remedial work, if it’s not too careful!<\/p>\n

Anyway, boredom aside, let’s talk about the angiogram.<\/p>\n

I have no idea when it’s going to happen.<\/p>\n

It was hoped that I would have one today, but there have been emergency admissions over the weekend.<\/p>\n

Yes, I know that I was an emergency admission on Friday, but these others have been severe emergency admissions.<\/p>\n

Those folk who got admitted over the weekend haven’t been in the ‘not terribly emergency admissions’ category, such as I was.<\/p>\n

So it is now Monday evening – fast approaching 9pm – and I’m ready for bed and ready for sleep.<\/p>\n

Sam’s been to bother me again and it was lovely to see her, even though it has been less than 24 hours since I saw her last.<\/p>\n

She amused me with cat anecdotes.<\/p>\n

These are tales of the Rescue Kitties slaughtering most of the wildlife in the village and neighbouring farmland\/countryside, last night.<\/p>\n

Bless the cute little murdering darlings.<\/p>\n

She says they miss me.<\/p>\n

Miss me clearing up the corpses of the fallen critters, more like.<\/p>\n

But I miss them.<\/p>\n

I want to go home.<\/p>\n

The cardiac rehab nurse, when she was here earlier, made me set goals.<\/p>\n

Reduce my hours, work in a more controlled environment, work from home at least one day a week, lose some of the stress.<\/p>\n

But the thing is any of those things would reduce the job that I do from what it is – from what I love doing – to something else.<\/p>\n

Something smaller.<\/p>\n

Something less fulfilling.<\/p>\n

And I’m not sure if I want do a ‘less’ job.<\/p>\n

Maybe, if I need to think about ‘managing’ my health better, just maybe it’s time to start thinking about working differently.<\/p>\n

I don’t know what differently looks like.<\/p>\n

Not yet.<\/p>\n

But perhaps now is the time to start thinking about what it could look like.<\/p>\n

Perhaps.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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