Interrogation.

     After some time a Dr. came in to interrogate my defibrillator.  Basically there is a piece of equipment they use to get a reading.  The first one didn't do so well, oh he brought the wrong machine.  "Just great" I told myself.

     After he brought the right one, the report concluded that yes the device had fired.  Apparently whilst I slumbered my heart raced into the 200's, not a normal thing people.  And I was left to contemplate my hospital stay.  It was nice to have a television, small comfort, but I would take it.

     Sometime later another came in.  Told me that they would like to start pumping me full of this drug.  I said I'd check with my Dr.'s.  Basically it was approved, IV attached and I was in my own room about 8 in the A.M.

     It was a critical care ward.  I must say it was extremely cozy and comforting.  Yes it is an odd thing to say, but it was.  The nurses were very attentive.  I told them my story.  The inmates came to see me, worried and concerned.  I put on a brave face and pish poshed all of it.

     But I was concerned.  I mean there was no way to tell why it happened, it just did. And now medical science in all its wisdom wasn't looking into it deeper.  No just add a drug and hope it works.  I was supposed to be in longer, but they let me out Thursday.  Fully cleared to take meds and continue with my life.  


-Later.