For the Luck of The Draw...
“I can't rub two dimes together
I'm so broke that it's a shame
Though we're two birds of a feather
Lady Luck don't even know my name”
“Lady Luck” as recorded by The Brian Setzer Orchestra.
Some call it bad luck, I call it annoying.
On February 6, I discovered my newly acquired heart valve was leaking. After a throat echocardiogram, it was discovered the valve was leaking around the sutures of the valve and that the valve was intact and functioning normally.
That was the good news.
The bad news—surgery needs to be performed.
I have tried to approach this differently than before, as I am less afraid of meeting the grim reaper and more angered by the whole thing. As a doctor told me, it could only need “two stitches and we’re done.” How horrid. Cut open my chest, six weeks of healing and for what—TWO STITCHES? I mean, while we’re in there for seven minutes, could you look at my spleen as well? Let’s earn our money.
Add to it, five of his patients out of the last twenty-five years have had this problem. That’s 5 out of 1500 or so. Unreal, the "Lady" luck is simply unreal--that is what I deserve with all of my swarmy comments to women. I guess if you fall into that stat of 5 out of 1500, you won’t fall into the stat of the 5% who do not survive—well, at least I hope.
I meet with the surgeon this week, and I will report on the blog then.
Added to that, I have a Baker’s Cyst behind my knee. This can be caused by a torn meniscus, an athletic injury, or gout. Since I am not active, I vote the latter.
I guess getting older sucks to a degree as Pam pulled her back out again. She commented the other night that our bodies act older than they are.
Still, I have some luck. The valve itself is NOT leaking; the valve is not “moving” (bad news) or “twisted” (worse news). This is very treatable and I am at no greater risk than before—so that is good as well.
Well as good as it gets—we all know how well I deal with this stuff. Oh,and do not fall into my traps gentle reader, I wish no pity. I fully expect to be up playing PUNK CD's, reading Batman, cheering on the Bears, and being a general pain in the ass as soon as the surgery is complete. Just with my luck--I will not expect to win any lottery games any time soon.
Here is my philosophy: It is what it is; they will fix it; and I will be fine.
I guess this was a bad time to try to give up swearing for lent. More “good luck,” as it were. More later…
I'm so broke that it's a shame
Though we're two birds of a feather
Lady Luck don't even know my name”
“Lady Luck” as recorded by The Brian Setzer Orchestra.
Some call it bad luck, I call it annoying.
On February 6, I discovered my newly acquired heart valve was leaking. After a throat echocardiogram, it was discovered the valve was leaking around the sutures of the valve and that the valve was intact and functioning normally.
That was the good news.
The bad news—surgery needs to be performed.
I have tried to approach this differently than before, as I am less afraid of meeting the grim reaper and more angered by the whole thing. As a doctor told me, it could only need “two stitches and we’re done.” How horrid. Cut open my chest, six weeks of healing and for what—TWO STITCHES? I mean, while we’re in there for seven minutes, could you look at my spleen as well? Let’s earn our money.
Add to it, five of his patients out of the last twenty-five years have had this problem. That’s 5 out of 1500 or so. Unreal, the "Lady" luck is simply unreal--that is what I deserve with all of my swarmy comments to women. I guess if you fall into that stat of 5 out of 1500, you won’t fall into the stat of the 5% who do not survive—well, at least I hope.
I meet with the surgeon this week, and I will report on the blog then.
Added to that, I have a Baker’s Cyst behind my knee. This can be caused by a torn meniscus, an athletic injury, or gout. Since I am not active, I vote the latter.
I guess getting older sucks to a degree as Pam pulled her back out again. She commented the other night that our bodies act older than they are.
Still, I have some luck. The valve itself is NOT leaking; the valve is not “moving” (bad news) or “twisted” (worse news). This is very treatable and I am at no greater risk than before—so that is good as well.
Well as good as it gets—we all know how well I deal with this stuff. Oh,and do not fall into my traps gentle reader, I wish no pity. I fully expect to be up playing PUNK CD's, reading Batman, cheering on the Bears, and being a general pain in the ass as soon as the surgery is complete. Just with my luck--I will not expect to win any lottery games any time soon.
Here is my philosophy: It is what it is; they will fix it; and I will be fine.
I guess this was a bad time to try to give up swearing for lent. More “good luck,” as it were. More later…
posted by Eric Sweetwood at 2:32 PM
2 Comments:
Hey Eric,
Keep us informed as to how you are doing and let me know if there is anything I can do for you while you heal.
Yes, this body aging thing sucks. I thought I would bounce back so fast after my knee surgery. NOT!
You are in good hands no doubt and so let the doctor go in and do his two stitches. Yes, it is a lot to go through for two stitches--but I don't like the alternative of leaving it alone!
Hopefully, you will be able to watch opening day for baseball! Go Cubs!
Lou
Judging by Spring Training, that might be more painful than the surgery...
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