Day 4

The cardiologist wants to keep me in another day. We talk, and I point out that it would be better to send me home today (Thurs) in case something goes wrong tomorrow (Fri) rather than have something go wrong on the weekend. He likes my logic but not my heart rate and prescribes another additional beta blocker to slow me down still further.

The paperwork is drawn up, I dress and get wheeled to the door. I’m a free man (with a lot of prescriptions) and in reality all I am really free to do is go back to bed as I am quite exhausted and feel my heart race whenever I do anything. But at least I am in bed in my own house.