A WRITER'S WIT
This post is second in a series of four, in which I tell of my fifteen-year battle with atrial fibrillation and my efforts to conquer it. Click on Part One to take a look at last week's installment. if you missed it. Today I continue with the lead-up to the June 20th procedure at St. Davids' Medical Center in Austin.
HISTORY OF AN ABLATION
One day when I had a routine appointment with my PCP’s Nurse Practitioner, I was experiencing A Fib, and my heart rate was 142. She had an EKG taken and emphatically said, when she showed me the results, “This is not pretty!” She, knowing the NP of my cardiologist, Doctor Brogan, called that office and set up an appointment with him the very next afternoon. I was still in A Fib at the time, and I informed him I was ready to consult with Doctor Gallinghouse. Brogan’s office scheduled an appointment for late April. At that time, I went in with a long list of questions, and he addressed them all and a few that Ken had for him. In all, he met with us for thirty-five to forty minutes—valuable as gold.
Monday, June 18, 2018
Ken and I used Uber as a trial run to get to St. David’s Hospital, where I shall meet with Dr. Gallinghouse’s PA tomorrow. The ride went without a hitch, and the driver was flexible enough to drop us at the Garage #2 where Dr. Gallinghouse’s office is located on the seventh floor. We took the elevator up, and the receptionist told Ken where he would find the cafeteria on Wednesday.
There, I had a meal of fish tacos and potato crisps, both of which were spicy, but I enjoyed them. Buttered, steamed broccoli—al dente, just right. Return next week for Defeating A Fib at Last-3, when I head into the OR!
NEXT TIME: My Journey of States-14 Delaware