Monthly Archives: November 2014

I’d Forgotten

Well here it is Friday afternoon and I have made the big trek to Shanghai and back all on my own. Terry was like my Mom sending her little boy off to school all by myself for the first time. She was very concerned that I was taking on too much too soon, since yesterday when I went for a twenty minute walk I was quite tired by the end. I convinced her that it would be okay – the driver was picking me up here, dropping me at the train station, where I only had about 75 yards to walk then from the train to the subway, then a block and a half walk via a 35 minute rest at STARBUCKS  (Ed. note: where I stopped for a nonfat latte and yoghurt – my God, they had a fabulous looking yule log in there and a tiramisu latte – resisted both) to the doctor’s office. Cab back to train and then cab from train to home. What could go wrong?

As it turns out, nothing. There and back and only a little scare for the guards at the front gate. (Ed. note: More on that later) However, when you have been housebound for 6 weeks and really not in Shanghai for more that 5 months, you forget things.

For example taxi rides from Shanghai to the train. I bet that you didn’t know that you can get 6 cars moving in the same direction in only 3 lanes of highway. I had forgotten that. Sadly, I took this just as we broke free from the others and by the time I turned around they had sorted themselves out.

Add three more to these three

Imagine three more cars added to these three.

I am going to wager that most Shanghai restaurants serve family style with everything dropped in the middle of the table. Thus, when you go to a restaurant that doesn’t do that, they have difficulty figuring out how to serve. After the cardiologist (Ed. note: Getting better every week – maybe start rehab next week) I stopped at Wagas (think Bread Garden) for some lunch. I ordered a chicken and chorizo sandwich which came after about 15 minutes – but the coke had arrived 10 minutes before that, so at least they hadn’t forgotten me. There were two couples who had ordered as well. They brought the four meals and the three drinks all at different times over a fifteen minute time frame. I had forgotten that. They also brought me the wrong meal. I had two bites decided I didn’t like it and took it back. I got my sandwich 10 minutes after the last meal had been served to the two couples. BTW – it isn’t as good as the reviews and reviewers (yes that means you Barb) say it is.

I had also forgotten that women and their crying babies do lunch in Shanghai just as they do at home.

Do you know how long you have to wait to get TWO people with their eyes closed.

Do you know how long you have to wait to get TWO people with their eyes closed.

What else? Oh yes, I had forgotten that after a heart attack you are subject to the doctor’s orders. Thus I have been told by Dr. Loh that I am to have only 4 ounces of red wine a day – likely for the NEXT YEAR! When I asked about alcohol, maybe some scotch, the poor woman was apoplectic. “NO, NO, No alcohol at all. In fact, I tell most of my patients that they can only have 2 ounces of red wine a day since it helps the heart, but I think you will be okay with 4.” (Ed. note: Terry says “Dr. Loh looks like she’s never had a drink in her life.”)

Dr. Joey Loh, Cardiologist

Dr. Joey Loh, Cardiologist – “You’re killin’ me Doc!”

I had also forgotten that doctors have different opinions. Terry’s uncle Ken has been a doctor for more than 50 years and he suggested that I have this cough because of the diuretics I am taking and that there are others which would get rid of that. Dr. Joey (Ed. note: That’s what everyone calls her), who hasn’t been alive for 50 years, disagreed, saying that in her experience it was the edema and would go once that cleared up. Guess who “won”.

I forgot that there are very few people, and certainly no guards, in this complex who haven’t heard about the foreigner being whipped out of here in an ambulance a few weeks ago. Thus, when I got out of the taxi, walked for about 10 seconds, had difficulty getting my breath and leaned over to get it just by the guard station, it only took about 7 or 8 seconds for them to come out and check on me. Then they watched me until I was almost in the building just to be sure.

The Shoe Blog

I’d forgotten that I was supposed to get pictures of shoes when I go out. Have I shown you these? I forget.

Nice ...shoes

Nice …shoes

 

 

 

Recovery is Boring

 

(Ed. note: I am bored. Recovering is boring. I know it is necessary, but doesn’t have to be mind-numbing? Anyway, there isn’t a lot to write about but I have to do something other than read Facebook or do jigsaws, or read book after book after book… So you, dear readers, are my outlet. You cannot imagine how excited I will be to get comments – any comments.)

Health update

We went in to Shanghai on Friday to the western focused Delta Health Clinic and met with Cardiologist Dr. Joey Loh – she was terrific. She went through all the reports from my visits to the Jiaxing Hospital and then did a 12 point EKG (apparently most are 8 points of contact) and a very extensive ECG (I was on the table for close to half an hour) and then told us that:
1. Yes there is some damage to the anterior (back) of the heart, but that it is minimal and will scar over in the next four weeks or so and thus eliminate itself as an issue;
2. The lesion where the stent was inserted would also repair itself over the next few months and not be an issue;
3. The ejection fraction which measures how hard the heart has to work is, for me at present, 57. Normal is in the 55 to 65 range. So that doesn’t seem to be a problem either;
4. Contrary to what the doctor told me a while ago here, the pulmonary oedema is still present. It is likely what is causing me the breathing issues when I get up. No fluid in my lungs showed up on the ECG where, if it was significant, it would but she clearly hears it when listening to me breathe. She has altered my meds a little and believes that that will clear it up relatively soon.
5. Spent some time with the Director of Cardiac Rehab and he wants me to start walking 20 minutes a day and to start with very mild rehab in a week.
So all in all a very positive day with all good news. How good? Terry and I went to MacDonalds for a burger fries and coke. (just under 1000 calories) Yes we know, but it was a celebratory meal as Terry was staying in Shanghai for a meeting Saturday.
I was believing the worst would happen and got the antithesis of that.  As Terry said – I’m going to be around for awhile yet!

Random Stuff

As we approach the rainy season here in Jiaxing, it is time to start renos. (Ed. note: Yesterday and today – sunny and 24º) On my first of 2 10 minute walks I see the following:

Oh yes just dump the sand and sawdust in the laneway where people used to park.

Oh yes just dump the sand and sawdust in the laneway where people used to park. At least the bags of material to be dispensed with are easy to get at.

When they gut an apartment they fill bags and bags. Then, the stuff sits outside - sometimes for up to a month.

When they gut an apartment they fill bags and bags. Then, the stuff sits outside – sometimes for up to a month.

I am pretty sure that if we wanted to add the pipes to our place in Port Coquitlam, the strata would say no to this.

I am pretty sure that if we wanted to add pipes to our place in Port Coquitlam, the strata would frown on this.

Now a little explanation. Tim bought me this puzzle at Walmart (Ed. note: We know there is a big anti-Walmart campaign going on out there, but here in little old Jiaxing, there aren’t a lot of choices. Sorry) It cost – get this – 10rmb – $1.60 It will be a difficult but interesting puzzle to do for a number of reasons.

  1. All the pieces are the same exactly the same size and shape
  2. Many pieces appear to fit together about 99% so it looks like they fit until you look really really closely
  3. They are about 1/2 the thickness of “regular” pieces so come apart quite easily
  4. When I took them out of the box there were about 50 sets of two which the cutting blade hadn’t quite cut and they wanted to tear if I took them apart
  5. On the back are letters – I think it was done in some kind of grid, so if you aren’t sure if the pieces go together, just turn them over and check the letters. I say this is cheating, Terry says “Tough”
1000 pieces of Chinese Life

1000 pieces of Chinese Life

The Shoe Blog

What can I say – I don’t get out much.

Guess Who

Guess Who

 

Time for Recovery Walk #1 of the day – Whoopee! (Please Write 🙁 )

 

 

 

Waiting With Bated Breath

(Ed. note: We know that y’all (Hi Sherry) have been waiting with baited breath for the next edition of The Jiaxing Express – and here it is! Yay.)

Since we last concocted a blog there have been some major developments in China – a commitment to reduced pollution (good luck with that!), a commitment to talks with Japan to reduce tension over the islands (good luck with that!) and the running of the Terry Fox run at school (that was good!).

You may know that when Terry was at Moody Middle, there was a teacher there – Brenda Martel – who worked really really hard at getting the kids involved to raise donations for the Terry Fox Foundation. Over 10 years they raised over $250,000.00. That is a whack o’ cash! This year was only the second year we have being doing it. You must remember that Chinese kids haven’t grown up with the story of Terry, nor are they a people who contribute to causes or charities. Last year we had to teach them about Terry and started the concept of fund-raising. We raised 3000rmb ($550). This year the new staff took it on and really got the kids involved. Besides the run, they had a bake sale (also a foreign concept) and a pie in the face auction. When asked where they thought the money should go, all 72 kids agreed that it should go to the Terry Fox Foundation in Canada because it would be used improperly here – would just wind up in someone’s pocket! (Ed. note: Terry did not participate in the auction as she felt  “It is below the dignity of my office” ! Hah, I say!)

13550rmb = $2492.00

13550rmb = $2492.00

Well done everyone! Not only that, but when the first term report cards went out, half the grade 12 class had straight A’s (except for English). Terry was over the moon!

Also in China, it has come to light that there are kids addicted to the internet. There’s a shock. This was posted on Facebook. We have a couple of kids who could easily be candidates. This really is an insightful video and I encourage you to spend the 7 minutes watching, both for the content and the visuals. It is clearly winter – but this is mostly inside – check out the clothing of kids and staff. Of course one of the reasons the kids are able to do what they do is because the parents work so much that they often leave the kids alone.

Now about my health. You may have been wondering, but then no news is good news, right? I am gradually recovering and can now rest without too much problem – particularly since that is all Dr. T. D. Watt allows me to do. On Monday last, we went to back the surgeon for a check up. Now that is a real experience. First of all, you must pay before they will give you a ticket with an appointment time on it. (Ed. note: Even when I went in with the heart attack, while I was being worked on, they were paying.) Once you have your ticket you go and wait with everyone else to see the doctor. Unless, of course, they remember you as The King or just see you as an old white guy. Then you are whisked past everyone in the waiting room and have your blood pressure taken – three times because the first two times you didn’t have one. (Did I die again and nobody noticed? Then you are immediately taken into the doctor’s office. Once there, ah, once there. The door remains open so that 3 or 4 interested individuals can come in and watch and listen to what is going on with you. The doctor sees 25 people during his weekly 3 hour time frame. This means you get about 7 minutes of his time. He flicked through the documents I brought (Ed. note: Remember now, I have my entire file, complete with X-rays). I wouldn’t say he read them, since that would imply he stopped flicking the pages. Then he listened to my chest, felt my ankle and pronounced that the pulmonary oedema had cleared itself up. Oh good.

I continue to have difficulty breathing. This doesn’t happen right when I get up but rather after about 10 seconds, or when I exert myself in ways such as brushing my teeth, grinding the pepper mill etc. Then I have to stop, sit, put my head between my legs and breathe slowly for about 20 seconds. Quite annoying. Anyway, I ask the doctor how long this will go on for. Answer: “Maybe 6 months. Maybe could be forever.” (Ed. note: We learned a long time ago to throw the word ‘Maybe’ out in any response. It is irrelevant. They say “Maybe the car will come” which means the car will come or they say “Maybe the car won’t come” meaning the car is not coming.) I digest this then ask if my heart was damaged. “Yes” Hmm – was it seriously damaged? “Yes” Clearly surgeons the world over are trained not to have any kind of bedside manner or empathy or give you any kind of additional information beyond what THEY feel YOU need to know.

I ask a couple more questions, but by now I have used up my allotted time. There is a line up at the open door with everyone watching and listening – except the people immediately behind us. The woman – mid to late 70s has had enough. She comes in, walks around me and the interpreter and literally shoves her appointment ticket into the doctor’s face and points to her time. As I start to get up off the stool, her husband is sliding on it. As we leave I get all the looks.

So I have a damaged heart but have no idea how much. We are going in to Shanghai on Friday the 21st to get a second opinion from a clinic which caters to expats and has English speaking doctors, so we hope to have a better idea in a week.

Friday night we went out to dinner. We asked the people next door to call a cab and we waited downstairs. After about 10 minutes they called us to say “Maybe the taxi won’t come because they are too busy. Maybe you should walk to the mall and get one there.” (Ed. note: See above re “Maybe”). Aaaahhhh China.

What does one do when one cannot go outside for weeks on end?

1500 pieces - From this ...

1500 pieces – From this …

... to this in 2 eye numbing weeks. Yes I said eye numbing.

… to this in 2 eye numbing weeks. Yes I said eye numbing. Thanks Tim.

For those of you too busy, smart or uninterested to use Facebook (Ed. note: Regarding Facebook – If you are homebound you can waste/while away HOURS and HOURS learning almost NOTHING on Facebook), you may have missed this. Look closely.

This needs no comment

No comment

The Shoe Blog

Okay – please understand that I have had only two outings in the last four weeks so my opportunities were barely minimal. I had to reach back to Italy. These are what one wears to wander around in at ancient Roman ruins for the day. (Ed. note: I will have to send Terry out on a mission.)

No, that space under her right foot is not an arch support - it is space.

No, that blackness under her right foot is not an arch support – it is space. (Or as Alan Watts refers to the concept of zen as – “Nothingness”)

 

 

 

Geoff Writes a Bad Word – I Guess

A little story for you to shake your head at and some leftover photos.

Our good friend Tim from South Carolina turned us on to a guitarist named Joe Bonamassa awhile ago. In my limited knowledge about music talent i.e. I have none, he is fantastic. I bought his Live album and play it – a lot and I mean a lot. For example, today I have been working on a 1500 piece jigsaw puzzle and I put it on. When I came to the cut India/Mountain Time I put it on repeat and played it 5 or 6 times – and I could likely do that with every cut. He is a bluesy, Allman Brothers type of guy. Terry says he reminds her of the late, great Jeff Healey.

Anyway, knowing how Paul loves the guitar, I mentioned him to Ingrid while Paul was away. When listening today, I thought why not send him one of the cuts (Ed. note:I know I know but if he buys the album because of being introduced to it by me, that’s a good thing. Right?) So I write a nice email, congratulating him on his recent golf success and then detailing why I have attached the music and hit send. Right away I get a message saying “This message may contain inappropriate content or terminology”. Hmm, I think Big Brother IS watching. So I delete the music, upload it to DropBox and go back to the message, add a line about DropBox and click send. “This message may contain inappropriate content or terminology”.

Hmm, so it was’t the music. I start deleting sentences and trying to send. “This message may contain inappropriate content or terminology”. Finally, it allows me to send it. (Ed.note: I sent all 9 drafts to myself – don’t worry about Paul’s inbox being full.)

Here is what I wrote:
Hi Paul. I hear you are an 8! Congratulations. Do you remember a number of years ago one of the shoe manufacturers had a monogramming program for the heels of their shoes? I had an 8 put on mine and I got there – so I know how you feel. It is hard work, but oh so satisfying.

I mentioned to Ingrid the name Joe Bonamassa. I have been sitting here all afternoon doing a 1500 piece jigsaw – can’t do much else. I put his album on and just love it. When I got to this cut, I put in on Repeat – I think I am up to five or six plays. I listen to it and wish I had 1/10th of his talent to play – I know nothing about guitar, but I know it is pretty damn good. I want to come over to your house next summer, put it on your system and crank the sucker right up – you do have sound proofing don’t you? 

I hope you enjoy “India/Mountain Time” (10:14)

Was the offending word Bonamassa? Was it crank? Was it sucker? I have no idea since I had to delete everything after “oh so satisfying”.

I finally wrote a short message, attached the cut and away it went. I don’t know which is worse – the fact that somehow, built into the email I use (Ed. note: hmm – it is the standard Chinese email program, but on Safari) is a cutthroat censor, or the fact that it took me so long to figure it out.
Anyway if anybody else wants to listen to this, here is 10:14 of Joe Bonamassa (Ed. note: It may take awhile to load. If you want, start it, continue reading and see what happens. Sorry)

Now the leftover pictorials.

When they got me to the first hospital, the clerk took my passport and entered my family name into the system as Jeofe. (Ed. note: Where that came from I’ll never know – let’s combine George and Geoff but throw in a J?) It will be that way forever. They CANNOT change it in the system. Thus, every time they print something off, it has to be manually changed by showing them my passport again and then it’s given an official stamp. Also, you know those racks and racks of personal files you see in Dr.s’ offices? They don’t exist here. You have your file and you take it in every time you go to the hospital or doctor. This includes any x-rays, scans etc. If you don’t take it, no service. Plus most of the stuff is written by hand and not in any computer anywhere. Better not lose it.

In China's medical system my family name will be Jeofe - FOREVER.

In China’s medical system my family name will be Jeofe – FOREVER.

We all know that smoking in a hospital is a no no, don’t we? Well, it is – and not just in Canada but at Jiaxing #1 Hospital as well. It says so on the multitude of signs all over the place. Apparently, if you are Chinese, though, you can smoke in the elevator (yes, we saw it), in the halls (yes, we saw it), and in the stairwells.
If I don't turn around, I can say I didn't see the sign.

If I don’t turn around, I can say I didn’t see the sign.

Speaking of signs:

What does this actually mean, do you think?

What does this actually mean, do you think?

Just remember, this is The Official Notice Fence!

Just remember, this is The Official Notice Fence!

Hearkening back to the No Smoking signs,

You can just use an old can...

Since the hospital won’t supply ashtrays, damn them, you can just use an old can…

...or you can take a garbage can fro a patient room and throw a little water in the bottom.

…or you can take a garbage can from a patient’s room and throw a little water in the bottom. At least they scrunched up the plastic bag insert first.

Terry and I are in our Sports Meeting Day shirts as I wait to be sprung. The grade 10 class bought these for the event. Very nice. They have your name on the back. Mine says Mr. Watt - which is an improvement over the first one that read Ms Watt and Terry already had hers.

Terry and I are in our Sports Meeting Day shirts as I wait to be sprung. The grade 10 class bought these for the event. Very nice. They have your name on the back. Mine says Mr. Watt – which is an improvement over the first one that read Ms Watt and Terry already had hers. (Ed. note: Since this photo, I am down 4.2 kg so no peanut gallery comments)

As an aside, if I do have to go back into the hospital, I am going to demand that I have a room on the 19th floor. The rooms are the same size as the one I was in – but they have only one bed – which is 1 1/2 times bigger than the normal ones. Each room has mahogany cupboards and closets, a microwave, a bar fridge, and a tv. There are 2 comfortable arm chairs in each room. The nurses on the floor have elegant pink uniforms. There is a sense of quiet and rest. No yelling – kind of like a real hospital.

They say that if you build a better mousetrap, the world will beat a path to your door. Well, Terry has written about her little visitors so she went out and got this “little” puppy. Surprisingly, she never caught one. Personally, I think it is because even if the door slammed shut behind them, they could wiggle out through the spaces. Maybe this is actually for, oh I don’t know, maybe a raccoon.

A better mousetrap?

A better mousetrap?

The Shoe Blog

As you know I am unable to get out and about, so I have to depend on others to supply me with Shoe Blog photos. For this post, Terry came through. Oh boy, did she come through. This was at Starbucks on Sunday afternoon when the temperature was only about 10º – and no, when she came through the door she didn’t have a coat on. Dani’s reaction was “She’s wearing a phone cover!” Terry said “She must be freezing” I think, if I had been there it would have been “I wonder what she is going to order?”

Gentlemen - Be sure to check out the SHOES, as this is, after all,  The SHOE Blog!

Gentlemen – Be sure to check out the SHOES, as this is, after all, The SHOE Blog! And how about the hearts on those runners and the coloured striped socks. Adorable. In fashion, this is the typical difference between women and … the other sex in Jiaxing.

Meanwhile, back in the salt mine

In the midst of this spectacular Chinese medical care we have received, we still find reasons to smile and think, “TIC!”  {In case you have forgotten, TIC = This Is China, the only plausible response to some experiences}

I had a somewhat urgent mission at school.  Some of our grade 12s are applying to American universities which require that the graduating high school have a code assigned by a board which essentially demonstrates that ours is a viable school–or something like that.  I filled out the form 2 weeks ago and started what I thought would be a fairly straight-forward process of getting it notarized.  Chandler, one of the three Chinese English-speaking teachers who work in our school, has a car so he drew the short straw to take me to the notary office and do the translation.

Trip one:  all eight chairs in the waiting area are taken and a large group crowds the front “reception” desk, where they jostle for position.  One man stands behind the desk and randomly selects proffered documents from one customer at a time.  He looks them over, loudly asks questions and decides whether they will be allowed to pass through a set of glass doors to the inner sanctum wherein reside the notaries (nearly 30 of them in all, judging by the pictures on the wall).  If not, they are apparently told to get things in order and come back.  If yes, he reaches back to a machine behind the reception desk, pulls a number from it, gives it with the papers back to the owner whereupon they join the queue  to see the notary.  It is a stressful job for this man, as you can imagine. Not everyone is happy to be told to come back.  Meanwhile, near the far end of the reception desk sits a young woman whose sole job seems to be to press the button to activate the sliding glass doors.  Not a stressful position, as you can imagine.

Chandler reaches the front of the line and attempts to explain to our man what the form is for, who I am and what I need.  He is not pleased about it, offers an opinion then calls for a young woman who can speak some English. She comes out, listens to the man, listens to Chandler, looks at me.  I smile and try to look like I could be the principal of a school.  After three or four minutes of discussion, the verdict is  that our documents –my passport, business card, application form–are not enough.  I must come back with something that proves the school is a viable operation.

Trip Two:  repeat the welcoming scene of the first experience.  We wait our turn and now proffer additional documents–a letter from the ‘Big School’ with which we are affiliated, stamped with their official red seal stating the BC Offshore School is a legal operation, sanctioned by the government of China; another letter legitimizing the Big School, dates of start-up of both schools, etc.  Another round of scrutiny precedes the call for the English-speaking girl.  This time we are told that we need to provide proof that I am the principal of the school.  We argue a bit but we know we are at the mercy of the man with the number machine.

In the car ride with Chandler to make our third trip to the office of the notary, we had a conversation.  “Chandler,” I said, “just so you know, if he doesn’t let us in to see a notary today, I am going to make a scene.”  “A scene?” says Chandler, “What is a scene?”  So, I describe in detail how I am going to make a fuss, raise my voice, maybe call a few people names, stamp my feet and in general, insist that three trips is enough and that we MUST see a notary today.  He smiles and waits a good few minutes before he says, “Do you remember the first day when we were waiting our turn, when the man got very angry?”  Yes, indeed.  It was because one of the notaries had come out and chastised him, saying he had let people through who didn’t have the correct papers.   I understand that his job is crazy and  highly-pressured and explain to Chandler how he could at least create some order which would decrease his stress IF he moved the ticket machine in to the reception area.  He could still retain his control but at least calm the chaos.  “Who is this guy anyway?  Is he a notary?  Is he trained? educated?  I want to talk to a notary to give and get clear direction.”  Chandler gets my point, then I say, “You and I could make a run for it when the doors open.  We could run into the nearest office and refuse to leave until we get service!” Hmmm, maybe not.

Trip Three:  welcome area, same same, but IT’S A DIFFERENT GUY behind the desk!   Chandler makes the case and we get a number!  We pass through the doors in record time and are ushered into an office somewhat reminiscent of Dickens, with papers piled high on two desks, and two notaries, presumably, looking at us.  This time I have my contract, stating that I, Terry D. Watt,  am in the principal of the school, Jiaxing Senior High School, starting 2012 till June 2015.  The Big School has provided additional clarifying documents.  I wait while Chandler makes the case, then am told that what happened would depend on whether notarizing the application form was to prove that I was who I said I was OR that I was the school principal.  “What’s the right answer?” I asked Chandler.  He told me, he told them, we moved ahead, then 15 minutes later I was told that in 15 business days, we could pick up the notarized papers.   Hold the phone!  What?!  Yes, they have to send to another department to get the correct paper to create the notarized document.  I am sure I am missing something but no, after a detailed explanation, Chandler assures me that this is the process, it must be on a particular type of paper, etc.  I looked at them a said, “Look, this is an application form.  Once I have your signature and stamp on this, I am going to scan it into my computer and email to the US.  Nobody is going to care about the paper.  The paper will never see the light of day.”  Too bad, so sad, TIC.  I am actually told This Is China, this is how it is done.  The best they can do is 8 working days.

My next big problem will be when the college code people get this letter in Mandarin and my application form, lacking a notary’s signature.

(Ed. note: You know I said updates would be irregular? Well this is the first irregular one. 

I am still at home recovering – although it doesn’t feel like recovery. I think it is the combination of the nine drugs I am presently taking which leaves my stomach feeling nauseous, although I am never sick.
On Thursday evening I felt quite a bit of pain in my chest and back so we decided to go back to the hospital to have it checked out. My blood pressure was fine as was my heart rate. They took blood and the first test one came back no problem. The second one however showed that I have cardiogenic pulmonary oedema, which, according to wikipedia, means fluid accumulation in the air spaces and parenchyma of the lungs. It leads to impaired gas exchange and may cause respiratory failure. It is due to the failure of the left ventricle of the heart to adequately remove blood from the pulmonary circulation. They kept me overnight for observation and let me come home yesterday morning – thank God, since I was coming no matter what why said. I had two terrible roommates! They adjusted my medication and told me not to drink so much water. I am assuming this will clear it up.
I am continuing to experience the same pain – although it feels more like I pulled a muscle in my chest trying to burp. It is going to be a much longer recovery than I thought, which is a little demoralising. Terry continues to be a rock through all of this.
So now you are up-to-date and I am going to rest.)