in order for dr tseng to do a 4 major vessle artery serious of bypasses, it became necessary to kill me. and put me on lfe support. because my cardiologist ******, had been giving me 400 mg of vit e for several years, the pump was intact. just the access roads were busy with sludge starting with that first devil dog and charlotte russe back in the 40's, and i would change not a wit or wat.
when i was dead, or close enough, i remember flying a blue and pink propeler driven airplane with blue and pink birds around.
when the surgery was over, the complication seemed to be getting my lungs to operate at peak. lots of doctors and many respiratory therapists trying to help. then i make a contact through the mask and the fog with a chap who i later learn is a 27 therapist year old named rommell. he said, you are fine. breath in slow through your nose and out slowly through your mouth and watch the numbers. you want to be at 97 or 98.
i talked to him today before i left the hospital and had to fight to hold back the tears. i told hime when i pointed at my mask and at him and he pointed back, all my anxiety disappeared and i knew i won the fight.
i don't know why he was there at that moment, but a few days later, sitting in the lounge, i looked at a lot of people that were going to die real soon and decided to start my rehab as soon as possible.
time to get away from those sick people.
dr t, quiet, unassuming, hardly noticeable in a crowd, spent 4 hours stitching pieces of my viens from my legs to various parts of my arteries.
he said we are harvesting you for the by pass..
i asked him about cigars later and he asked me where to get som really goode cuban cigars.
again, thabnks for all the good thoughts.
