heart blockages
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So this is Jenn and I on a 5km run this evening, sadly I lost the details of the run on my watch as I forgot to save it. This time last year I thought I had a bad chest cold that was causing me to be breathless going up the stairs at work and
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So here we go, with an IV pole between by legs, a porter pushing and Jenn packing all my personal belongings, we headed up to the ward. This is the place I would be staying until my discharge, so you could say it was step on to discharge. The Cardiac Ward is pretty large with
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It has taken me a while to get back to the blog, I have just not felt the urge to write anything and only now, 10 days after surgery, starting to feel human again. So I thought I would give you are quick update of what went on after my surgery, Jenn did a great
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So today is the nitty gritty of the procedure, the Mazankowski, the hospital I will be in, has an amazing resource on what to expect before, during and the all important after. This post will not be for the squeamish, expect some pictures and detailed explanation of what they will be doing to this body
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So today was all about the pre-clinic, a time to meet lots of people and lots of new information to take in. We arrived a little early and struggled to find the place we needed to go, but eventually found the registration desk where we gave info and was given a restaurant like coaster they
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So today was my last day at work as well as a travel day to Edmonton, we where able to leave a little early and managed to get to the AirBnB a little earlier as well even going via the Apple store to pick up my Air Pods, my treat for going through what I
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So today I started a regime of ointment up my nose today, something I was prescribed when I got my surgery date, the ointment is called Tara-Mupirocin and upon doing some research found it is to protect against getting a post operative infection, here is a good article that explains it. So anything that can
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So how did all this surgery business come about? Well grab a cup of tea and a biscuit and I shall begin. Ok I don’t know… I have to believe that it was just a combination of bad eating for a number of years and genetics, although my dad lived to 80 and my mom
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