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What, if anything, do you do for St. Patrick's Day? This is not something I would want to do every year, in fact I've only done it once. 2008. I worked nights in a restaurant (Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen). I was 'cut' early enough to be out before midnight, and decided to drive a good friend, who worked as a busser, home. (He had no car). During the drive, I mentioned I had a very minor pain in my chest, centered right at my Sternum. It wasn't radiating down my arm or anything, just a constant, almost nagging, ache. I intended to drop him off at home and go to a nearby hospital. He wasn't having any of that. Arriving at the hospital I was immediately placed in an ER room, enclosed by a curtain. They almost kicked out the man in the room, he was being discharged as it was. I have no idea how my friend got home. I should have given him my keys. Being that it was midnight or slightly past it, I fell asleep. I was woken long enough to groggily listen to the Doctor tell me what their plans were. I was to be given a coronary Angiogram to check my heart. A small partial blockage was found on the outside of my heart where two arteries separate. I was then the recipient of an Angioplasty Procedure. A Stent was placed in the partially blocked artery. (I slept through the whole procedure). I do remember being told to NOT bend my right leg because the needle used for the procedure was still there. It was removed the next morning, and that's when I started taking those heart medications that I thought only old people take. (I was only 53). This happened on a Tuesday night, I was discharged at noon on Thursday. They gave me a card showing the location of the Stent. Eighteen years later, I still have that card. ![]() Jim |