It’s been just over a week since I arrived home from the hospital. Where I had to self regulate myself and not have the wonderful hospital staff do it all for me. The new diet. The new meds. The new way of just moving throughout my normal day. It’s all relatively small in the grand scale, but adjustments nonetheless.
Here are my biggest challenges so far:
Right off the bat, for those who don’t know, I came home from the hospital on Sunday after 12 long days away from my family. A large percentage of my time away was waiting. Waiting for medication to kick in, waiting for procedures to happen and waiting for those magic words, you are getting discharged.
I am surprised I did not swim in my own puddles of joy. Inside me somewhere is a huge release of tears that I have no control over.
Hopefully it does not release on the TTC but that’s what the Dufferin bus will do to a person on a good day. I will never judge those people on Survivor again who lose it when they see their family after a few weeks. It was a mental game for sure. To avoid ever doing that again, I have a few new “musts” to follow in order to make life last as long as possible.
Hello everyone. Coming to you live from Toronto General Hospital, where the trays come in hot and the cutlery comes in cold. Why am I at the hospital you may ask? No I am not visiting anyone, I am a patient and have been here since July 4th. Yes, Happy July Fourth to me. MAGA and all that shit.
Before I go into why I am here let me lead with, as best I can say, I am fine. I feel fine, I am not sick, I feel like I am stuck in bed and have the world waiting on me and while nice, it’s like there are others who need it, not me.
I am here because in the last month it has been discovered I have both a heart arrhythmia and atrial fibrillation (AFIB).
Basically I have a runaway heart rate and one of the lower ventricles is much weaker than it should be. The heart is all out of whack.
How did this happen? They don’t exactly know yet. Right now they are focused on a long-term fix. I have a whole bucket of pills I am taking to slow down my heart to normal and then they can go about resetting the electrical function. Trust me it’s a lot to digest. I have had 5 days to get it down.
The following story is as true as it is hard to believe.
It’s always easy to look back once history has been made and say, I called that, but sometimes, it’s just how it goes. As we head to the 2018 Final Four in San Antonio, something I thought would never be mentioned again, came up today while I walked the kids to school.
The something that came up? Well it’s a tale that Harry may hold over me for the history of time. He made a choice and then changed it thanks to something I said.
- A true, Dad, I can’t believe you stopped me from predicting history.
- Dad, remember the time I made that pick and it came true and you used your bias to sway me?
- Dad you owe me money.
What the hell am I talking about? Well as they say on the National, first a little back story.