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Percutaneous Transluminal Coronary Angioplasty
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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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Gee, I'm glad it turned out so well. Modern medicine is truly amazing.

Yes, I was taken aback by the entire thing. I stand in awe of how quickly and easily my problem was taken care of. It feels almost too good to be true. But here I am, back home doing my thing.

Oh my goodness. Be well!

Thanks! So far, so good.

Hi, I'm recently back on Livejournal after a prolonged absence, and just read your post... Wow. Not scenes from a seaside Italian city but a hospital in... Allentown PA?

I'm relieved you took this seriously and got it checked out and are doing fine. Best wishes for good health!


Many thanks. If the lord's willing and the creek don't rise, I'll be back at Forio d' Ischia on the first of September for my annual month-long visit.

I'm so glad you're better!

Thanks! I'm still truly astonished at how quickly and easily they fixed my problem. I've done some research, and the stent thing has been around since the 1980s, so it's routine.

I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Angioplasty was quite a remarkable discovery.

I don't believe I've ever had spaghetti with a baked potato before. Neither tends to leap to mind when I think of the other. But then, I've never been to Pennsylvania. Maybe it's standard there.

Thanks for your comments. No, it's not a Pennsylvania thing. I was HUNGRY, and it was on the menu, so in the conversation on the phone with the hospital's food service, I asked for it and they brought it. And by god I ate EVERYTHING. It all was surprisingly delicious, especially the brownie. Moist, fresh, sweet. The coffee was like how I prefer my women: hot and black. No, I kid.

I actually spent some time in the hospital in Allentown, but it was many years ago. The food was better than I thought it would be then. I'm glad to hear that your experience was also positive.

As for things being a Pennsylvania thing... that's when you get shoo fly pie and birch beer as hospital options, along with hoagies and Philadelphia cheesesteaks. Based on my limited experience in PA hospitals, I could never order those items off the hospital cafeteria menu but could often find birch beer in the gift shop or vending machine and cheesesteaks at the diner down the street.

The best parts of being in Allentown is its proximity to Manhattan (two hours on Transbridge bus to Port Authority), and the truly fabulous park system. Lehigh Parkway is a five minute walk from my apartment, and there's also Trexler Park, and the Rose Garden. Nothing like Ischia, though. I'm heading back on September 1 for my yearly month-long visit.

That "anonymous" was me. I replied not being signed in.

That was quite a story, and how lucky you knew what was happening. Glad it all went well.

Appreciate your comments! Seems that I've been successfully dodging bullets all my life. Although lately my long-time self-delusion of invincibility has faded somewhat!

Know the feeling; I am now 86 and wondering what the next step will be and when....

I'm not sure if my reply to your comment got through, so here it is again:

You've heard the phrase, "Old age is not for sissies"? I'm determined to do everything I possibly can to extend what's left of my life. I don't intend to go gently into that good night!

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