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Update
3/23/2025
Thursday morning I went through a heart catherization procedure. I was calm but my blood pressure indicated my inner tension about a procedure new to me. The staff was good and quite humorous, and even the cardiologist seemed in very good spirits (the nurses were talking about that among themselves). There were several curtain stalls, one of which I changed into a hospital gown and laid in a bed. They installed one IV line, and two artery tubes (for a lack of a better medical term). I remember saying to Source, "Okay lets heal this thing, lets astound the doctor! Okay?" I got these images of red fluid swirling about briefly. Anyway you can think of that as my command or prayer if you will, for those of you who consider Source/God to be external.
I was then wheeled, bed and all, down a long hallway to the "cath lab". Basically it's a bunch of an equipment hung off some rails in the ceiling with a lot of swivels. There's a table they called "the ironing board" (I'm sure that a highly technical term) and a swiveling x-ray machine that can make full motion X-rays. And then there's this 50 inch TV screen to my left.
They wheeled the hospital bed up close, then jacked it up until I was level with the ironing board then slid me onto it. And of course it's about 50 degrees F. The technician did the finally preparation for the catheters, injected some local anesthesia into two of my right arm arteries, one was to measure flow rates, and the other a probe. I thought it was a camera but it seemed to be just a way to inject x-ray contrast dye as the actual viewing was by X-ray . Going in I had known my valves were fine. But there was a chance the vessels were blocked and would need a stent, so I was nervous. But even that would be better than landing in the hospital every 6-12 months. I wanted to be out cold because I don't like watching things go in my arms, but they said they could only take the edge off. I opted out of fentanyl because it gives me really bad dreams, but they used a little bit of something else and I was fully awake. When the doctor arrived he put the catheter in and moved up the artery. I thought it might be hurt but it did not, more a sense of pulling and tugging, apparently there's no nerves in the arteries themselves.
Before long he was at my heart, and to my left about 2 feet away was this 50 inch TV screen. There was my heart the size of a dinner plate right before my eyes. I could see the contrast die being injected and watch it disperse through the vessels and heart. No doubt recorded and analyzed by software within the machine. It was actually fascinating. My doctor said "You have perfect arteries, you don't need a stent". I breathed a sigh of relief! And then he finished the procedure and the technician wrapped up the procedure and removed the catheters. Then I thought "what the heck is causing the problem then?"
I still don't know. Could be this energy transition on this planet and my 1956 model heart is doing its best to keep up? I don't like chalking it up to "just old age" as it's been proven time and again everything can be changed, even with simple excercise and diet.
So the doctors want me to take some pills, the ones they really want I can't afford. I might be able to get those at low cost from Novartis's foundation but they want my complete financial records and I am not inclined to give that to a company raping money from the infirmed and then using a foundation to get a tax deduction when they give it away for less than $750 a month. You know those pills cost them less than $20, because they sell them for that in Mexico and Canada. It's always Americans who get charged the big money. It's just the principle of it all. I hope RFK Jr can bring some sanity to drug pricing, but we will see.
I am not a great believer in pills as they always come at some other bodily cost. Its the whole reductionist way doctors work, its not so much systems analysis of the body complex, but more akin to a hacker of computer software getting one specific thing to happen in a computer but possibly messing up the operating system for everything else. But sometimes you have to make tradeoffs to stay alive long enough to find out what really is the problem. If Morocco was any indication regular exercise will help a lot if my knees can tolerate it. There could be some toxin, or some other factor? I don't know.
The woman Uber driver that gave me a ride home Saturday also has the same issue, as did her father and grandfather in Turkey. I was told my next younger brother has the issue too. And he did not have septicemia in 2009.
I know my dad had it after he was exposed to some toxic pain fumes while spraying a car with new urethane paint from DuPont, which landed him in hospital with a pneumonia like condition from the isocyanate paint catalyst. When those paints first came out there was no warnings, no protective suit clothing like they have now. So there may be a tendency in the genetics towards this condition. I don't know but I don't believe DNA is destiny either and there is so much latent healing potential in every human if we know how to access it (and I am no expert in that regard).
I'll be chasing down stats and treatments on AI engines for the next few weeks. Drives doctors nuts sometimes you just don't accept everything they say as god given gospel. My cardiologist is unique as he kind of enjoys intelligent questions.
My oxygen lasts night was not high, but it rose during the night. Not sure the reason for that, sometimes there are good days and bad days. I had been running at 95-96% saturation before the procedure. Could be just dealing with eliminating the toxins of everything that was done.
I am still here, and I take some comfort in knowing the vessels and valves are okay. I still don't know why the heart is stiffer than it should be, but the answer will come.
