I was going to title this post, WHAT A GODAMN MOTHER F@CKING HUGE SETBACK, but then my my mother happened to lean over to me and say, “dear, this is just a minor setback. You’ll be okay.” I knew she was probably right. So here is how it all went down: Last week I was feeling shortness of breath, and after worrying about it, and 2 ER trips, and finally meeting with my primary cardiologist and an echocardiogram, it was determined that… wait for it… my mechanical valve was starting to detach from the heart. dang. And i thought i was all strong and good to go. This is usually caused by an infection, but i was not showing any signs of infection. So I was to have emergency surgery the next day (Saturday). No time to mentally prepare. no Blogging. Just go and do it so you don’t die. They wheeled me in Saturday morning. The next thing I can remember is Monday. The time in between is a haze of drugs. Apparently I was a mad man on anesthetics and narcotics, fighting doctors and nurses as they tried to take out my breathing tube. NOT as smooth as the first surgery. Monday sucked as I was uncomfortable in the cardiac ward I was at. Overnight was bad too. I woke up in the middle of the night trying to escape and my Nurse Phil had to remind me where i was. I had no clue. Today was better. Today we moved to the ICSU (intermediate cardiac surgery unit), which is much more comfy. My current nurse Yu-Ni is the best nurse Ive ever seen. So here I am. Square one. The rehab phase begins again. It is a bummer, but it’s gotta be done. Wish me luck, ok?