Right! Very briefly, they wheeled me down to the operating theatre, gave me a local anaesthetic (which I didn't feel) cut a small opening (which I didn't feel) located the artery and pumped it full of dye (which I didn't feel). Then, the surgeon*showed me the state of my artery on a bank of television screens: it was narrowed down to a thread in about four places. He reckoned he could sort three of them out by inserting a balloon and inflating it, but the fourth would require a stent (‘a small mesh tube that's used to treat narrow or weak arteries’ it says here). He then carried out the operation (which I didn't feel).
He’s going to sort out the other leg in September; he was going to do it straight away, but he changed his mind – he did tell me why, but I've forgotten.
They allowed me to get up and walk about that evening, and in the morning I got in a few hundred paces up and down the corridors before they signed me off and sent me home. Highly professional set-up - many thanks to all concerned.
It’s now three days on. In the last 24 hours I’ve walked over 8,000 paces. That’s almost a round of golf! Never thought I’d be able to do that again.
*Pleasant young feller – German, I think – went to school with my daughter.
He’s going to sort out the other leg in September; he was going to do it straight away, but he changed his mind – he did tell me why, but I've forgotten.
They allowed me to get up and walk about that evening, and in the morning I got in a few hundred paces up and down the corridors before they signed me off and sent me home. Highly professional set-up - many thanks to all concerned.
It’s now three days on. In the last 24 hours I’ve walked over 8,000 paces. That’s almost a round of golf! Never thought I’d be able to do that again.
*Pleasant young feller – German, I think – went to school with my daughter.