Long story short: On Wednesday, July 23, 2015, during my regular morning walk through Lehigh Parkway, I experienced strong pressure in the upper left part of my chest. Turned around, went home, got into the car and drove to the emergency room. Diagnosis? A blockage in a left coronary artery, which required an immediate Percutaneous Transluminal Coronary Angioplasty. A cardiac surgeon cheerfully ran a tube up my femoral artery, compressed the arterial blockage with a baloon, and then inserted a stent. I watched the six TV monitors as that deft, focused doctor and his assistants did their thing, amazed at what I was seeing. Half an hour later, I was back in my bed, watching TV, and gobbling down food, which while not exactly Italian, was good enough. The next morning they told me I was good to go, so I drove back home. And now? I feel great. Seriously great.
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