I recently underwent a procedure to install an ICD, or a defibrillator.
This little baby ensures that my heart beats properly at all times, and if I somehow slip into an arrhythmia, the device will shock me back into a normal rhythm.
Hopefully, I will never have to experience this particular life-threatening aberration, but it’s nice to know that I won’t drop dead face-first in my spaghetti if I do.
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Those of you who have been following my work for a while know that I have had prosthetic hips for almost twenty years now. I dislocated the left hip about a month ago (you can read the account here) and had to endure a six-hour trip to the emergency room. Indirectly, the hip incident resulted in the prospect of a new joint replacement ordeal, and the old concerns and fears are cropping up once again.
A few days ago I experienced one of the most painful episodes in the entire tenure of my life with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I had to be rushed to the hospital in the back of an ambulance, and then spent six hours in the ER while I was “repaired.” As I was lying on the gurney, I began to think about what life would be like if I could not count on the support structure I have availed myself of for years. Sitting in that hospital, I realized that having people you can rely on when you need help is probably the single most important asset in Continue reading “The Import Of Support” »