To olefisherman456:
Yeah, 6 weeks seems forever, but it's worth it in the long run. If you were closer, I would come over and put everything back together for you. I'll have one for your recovery (my doctor allows me 2 drinks per month). I've been holding back - I figure in 7 months I can tie on a good one, right after I get finished putting up the Christmas tree. I'm pretty sure he meant an average of 2 a month. What do you think?
Anyways, glad it was caught it in time.
Here is to the best for you, even if it brought back memories to me.
Something similar happened to me 2 years ago. The Monday before Memorial day weekend, I had an annual visit with my cardiologist. Tuesday the doctor called and said something showed up on my tests. He wanted me to see a specialist right away. I told him I felt fine, and I was going on a camping and fishing trip at the end of the week for a week, and I would set up an appointment when I got back. The doc said no trip, I needed to see the specialist this week. I told my wife the trip was still on. Wednesday evening, I got short of breath, and ended up in the ER, and had a heart catheterization. The specialist saw me the next day, ran some tests, and told me I needed a defibrillator and pacemaker. The operating rooms were booked until Saturday, and he would do it then. I said can I wait until Tuesday (day after Memorial day), because I didn’t want anyone working on me if they were upset because I messed up their holiday plans. (I have a sister and a niece who are nurses – I know our plans have changed before-). He said ok, if I would go home and not do anything, just sit and watch tv. He said absolutely not when asked if I could go fishing, and added no drinking. Obviously, he didn’t know my fishing skills, because he was worried I might strain my heart too much landing fish. So I agreed, knowing full well my wife would make sure I followed his instructions. He might have been right, since I'm still here. I think now my wife wishes I had gone fishing.