Vacuum hose

Now ICU, now I don’t

Intensive Care Unit. I feared this experience almost more than heart surgery itself. At least in surgery you’re unconscious. I was a broken body hooked to machines, lines, pipes, monitors, drains and tubes. Thanks to the drugs, I couldn’t think or communicate easily. I was in the worst pain. This blog post is about the…

CABG heart

My cabbage heart

“The time has come,” my Surgeon said, “To talk of many things: Of drugs and drips and sternum pain, Of CABGs and stings. And why the heck it feels so bad And whether hearts have strings.” (Apologies to Lewis Carroll – Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872) This was another difficult post…