|Still life with magazine and my meds|
The procedure was a bit like something out of a sci-fi movie. Remember the 1966 flick "The Fantastic Voyage," in which a few docs and scientists get shrunk to molecular levels (together with their submarine) and get injected into some VIP patient's bloodstream to fix somewhere something? Well, that's more or less what Dr. Rodney Horton did when he guided a laser toward portions inside of my heart to zap away bad electrical contacts. Amazing what modern medicine can do. Good thing I haven't seen the hospital bill yet.... (No worries, my insurance will pay and I'll be on the hook for only the deductible.)
What a coincidence it was that cycling magazine Velo ran a special story on (older) endurance athletes and heart issues! Quite frankly, it's frightening. If you'd like to read the extremely interesting story, please link to http://velonews.competitor.com/cycling-extremes for the entire read. It appears that medical research is trying to catch up with us geezers and our arrhythmia problems. There are numerous medical articles that research this topic. What I gather at this point: Maybe our obsession with riding longer and faster has not been such a boon to our health, after all.
Upon Sabine's suggestion I'll spare you the pic of my bruised right groin, which really was the part of the body that felt the worst. Man, those colors were reminiscent of a top-10 West Texas evening thunderstorm sky! After six hours of total bed rest flat on my back I was allowed to get up and walk around my hospital room, and a day later I was discharged. I spent one night in Austin with Vance and Brandi, and then I spent another two nights in Temple with Martha and Alan to recuperate a little more. Then I drove back to Lubbock to continue my recovery in sight of my foxes.
|The little guy is starting to really grow up|
|Playing in the playground|
|The Ritchey is enjoying the Catskills, and so am I|
|This ain't Lubbock|
|There are definitely some interesting looking places out here|
|Just in case you've been wondering where our Canada geese spend the summer:|
|The Sierra Nevada in California sure looked different|