Ninety-five Percent Blockage...Fun with Cardiac Events Part B

...was the last thing we heard before we passed out.

So there we are, lying on a table doing what we figured was a CYA procedure. We're valiumed up, which is nice. Then we feel a pinch on our right wrist and a tiny tube sliding up, up, up our arm through our shoulder and over to the main cardiac artery. Above and on the left is a live MRI of our chest. The cardiologist presses a button dispensing water-dye and we see a giant blue splotch of liquid splash back the way it had come.

'Ninety-five percent blockage' he says.

Then there's an inflated feeling in our chest like a balloon becuase that's exactly what's happening. The doctor depresses another button and whamo, we have a stainless steel stent in our artery.

In the past we'd be a classic case of post-war man keeling over from a heart attack as our maternal grandfather had done thirty-one years before. But now we are home the next day...