Y'know, this getting boring as hell. (Roberta will sympathize, I know.)
Here's the deal: Last month (Aug.) I spent five days in the local hispital (Hilo Medical Center) for a heart-condition I didn't know I had. Something called H. Fib, wherein 'fib' stands for 'fibrillation.' At that point the cardiologist who saw me said he very strongly suspected that I had had a recent heart attack and had apparently been unaware of it. But, subsequently, one thing led to another and I wound up being hospitalized. Then,after being released, I had to spend damned near $100 to fill all the prescriptions they gave me.
I didn't report any of this to you folks here on A2k (or any other website, for that matter) because I thought the whole things was just too absurd and trivial to bother with. I started taking the meds, as prescribed, religiously (that means I said "Goddamn!" every time I took another pill or capsule).
Now, here's the rub: yesterday morning (Wed., 12 Sep. 2012) I ended up back in the old beloved horse-pistol following a bizarre episode which made me think that I was knock-a-knock-knocking on Heaven's gate. They kept me overnight, "observed" me, and turned me loose again a couple of hours ago. One new 'scrip I have to fill, some blood work scheduled to be done this coming Monday, must make an appointment w/cardiologist for later in week. Have met the cardiologist, a very nice confidence-inspiring Japanese-American gentleman who would remind me of C.I. if he only were not so tall. [
] He's already making noises about the prossibility of angioplasty which would involve travel to Honolulu because they don't do that procedure locally here. My finances are a shambles right now and I have no idea how to pay air-fare to Honolulu unless some social service agency can declare me insolvent and indigent (insane is already on record) and provide for a medivac helicopter to fly me over and back.
What's the point in getting old? I should'a died back when I was in my mid-fifties. Even funerals were so much cheaper back then.
What's anyone here know about angioplasty? What do you know about a blood-thinner drug called Coumadin? I've been taking it under doctor's orders and it seems to have thinned my blood to the point where I am virtually anemic. Medics are scared that if I scratch myself I could bleed to death. And this is guy who used to be proud of the fact that I congeal beautifully and never bleed more than absolutely necessary.