I’m going home! Yay!

I’m going to be under house arrest for a week! Boo!

Seriously, this is good news, but the recovery time from a heart attack is shocking – and they keep repeating the messages of TAKE IT EASY.

I’m being told to take FOUR WEEKS off work. Work are being lovely and aren’t putting me on statutory sick pay (they are keeping me on full pay). I have felt cared for by the company I work for ever since I started during COVID. I mean, there is plenty of stuff that drives me crackers there, but I know when to count my blessings.

My boss did suggest that I might enjoy spending time doing training and research and dicking around doing all the coding things that I never get time to do normally: bloody brilliant idea! That way I can actually used my enforced convalescence for the company’s good as well as mine!

I do love being a programmer!

The surgeon said that in four to six weeks time I’ll be brought in for an MRI scan to see how damaged my heart was by the attack. They’ll also be able to see how well the medication is doing. Both of these things will inform the next move, which could be a bypass if the affected arteries rather than stents.

My cholesterol is a little high (6), but not high enough to be the sole cause, nor to indicate a genetic cholesterol problem – more likely a combination of genes coming together to cause a problem.

I’ve made a number of phone calls this morning, and even sealed around the ward a bit. I had to rest after the last call I was feeling lightheaded.

They’re not kidding when they say that I’m going to have to take things very easy for a while.

Talking of “Taking of easy” – it’s going to be at least three weeks before I’m allowed to have sex with anybody!

What am I going to do with the morning wood I’ve been getting in hospital! No testosterone for four days, and I’m getting more boners than usual. Maybe that’s just what the body does when testosterone drops suddenly (think of how I felt after surgery), or it might be improved blood flow. Think of how horny I’m going to feel when I get home and pop my Testavan on!

I’m fit to explode already!

I really need it because I am getting frequent hot flushes and sweating (so much so that the ECG pads don’t stick to me for long and the bedsheets are soaked by morning) and  I can’t be changing the bed myself for a week or two!

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The hot-chocolate making nurse has walked me to the discharge lounge, where I’ll wait for my medication and discharge letter. It took five minutes to walk there and my heart was racing and I felt lightheaded.

Again: my body is telling me that this has been a serious event.

And there was no way that I could have safely gotten to the hospital coffee shop!

It’s funny that I had to walk further to get to the discharge room than I am allowed to walk until next week – and that was within the hospital!

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It took a few hours (and a nap on the discharge lounge’s sofa) before my medications and discharge letter was ready – then it was all done! One of the nurses from the cardiac ward talked me through the bewildering number of drugs and when to take them.

The nurse then wheeled me down to reception and the front door, where I called a taxi.

It feels good to be going home…