Since March 21 The Hitman is in the hospital. He wasn't feeling so great the week before that and on the 21st he texted my friend Ily "911". She took us both to the ER, where I whispered in his ear:
"If this turns out to be just a panic attack, I will kill you..."
He is still alive, so you can safely assume it was not just a panic attack. He got an emergency operation that same evening. The cardiology surgeon told me that there were blockages in his arteries. If it was only a few they would use a balloon; if it was more they would place stents; if it was even more they would perform an open heart surgery and if it was too many for that, the surgeon would come back to me and discuss other options. And out they run, with Joe on a bed, to the OR while I was still digesting what the surgeon just told me. I had to run after them... oh well, the first operation ended somewhere at 2 in the morning and he was fine with 2 stents near the heart.
This past week had then been a roller coaster ride for the both of us: He has several severe blocked arteries among which are his carotid arteries. He passed two kidney stones and due to that and the fact that his kidney didn't respond so well to Contrast Fluids, they postponed the second operation (more stents) until this afternoon. The Hitman called me and told me that they would operate him at around 1:30 pm. I dropped everything and went to the hospital, just in time to give him a big kiss before he went into the OR.
Again he came out looking fine and all smiling. I don't know what they are giving him for local anesthesia but I want some of that stuff...
Is he out of the woodwork yet? No not yet... Neurology still have to make a decision what they will do about the blocked carotid artery. Yes, it could mean another operation... but right now I am just happy for him that he has tomorrow off from tests and such.
One doctor told us that they are amazed that he was walking and talking with all those blockages, while any other person would have dropped dead . Well, he is the Hitman...and even if you would stab in the back with a large kitchen knife, he would probably wonder what was itching...