So not long after I was born, the doctors heard a heart mumer. After some echos and a cath, they determined I had aortic stenosis. The condition progressed until at age 8, the cardiologist decided we needed to take a closer look. I had a cath done and the results showed that I needed surgery. I had a birthday between the cath and the surgery so when I went in for the open heart surger, I was 9.
As I said in the first post, I don't remember much about it. I remember being thirsty when I woke up in ICU and then throwing up after convincing the nurses to give me some grape soda. I remember not allowing them to pull the second stomach tube out after they pulled the first one because the first had hurt so bad. I remember they had a NES and a TV on a cart and they brought it to my room before the surgery and it was the first time I ever played The Legend of Zelda. I remember not wanting to laugh becuase it hurt so bad to laugh and we watched America's Funniest Home Videos (back when Bob Saget hosted it) one night and it hurt so bad I cried. And I remember being on a no salt diet while in the hospital and the food was so terrible that I hardly ate anything they brought me. Then when we got out I made mom and dad take me to a McDonald's and order me a large fri. But other than that, it's all a blur.
We go tomorrow for the stress test. Hopefully they won't run me to far into the ground. I'm going to have Dee take some pictures, so maybe Tuesday there'll be a picture of me on a treadmill for everyone to laugh at. We have to be at the doctor's office at 8:30 so it means an early morning for us. We also have to do chest x-rays and blood work. Anyone that knows me, knows how I hate needles. I think I'm more worried about the blood work than anything. Needles just freak me out. Take care and say a prayer for us.
Paul
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