I guess I oughta bring you up to date with my recent Mayo visit. But first, I can summarise the procedure as a piece of cake. Really. I mean - 2 1/2 weeks ago a doctor was hands-deep inside my chest and here I am, back at work and (other than being careful) doing everything I want. No, I can't play catch with cement blocks, and hang gliding is out for the near future, but that's about it as far as restrictions.
I'm told that when they got me opened up, the surgeons and cardiologists and casual passers-by looked in and said: "There it is!" - meaning the fault was that easy to locate and to repair even better that they did the first time. Yippee! That means no replacement parts, no fancy extra meds, an no warranty card to forget to return. I'm doing poorly on the 4 weeks of rest and no driving requirement, although I did wait 4 days after getting home before I hit the road this time. Last time it was 2 days.
Interesting side note: During the workup the anesthesiologist told me I was a candidate to participate in a trial of two drugs. One worked better but was not as well-researched vs. a more common other type. I signed up, and they used ketamine on me. It worked well, and had the benefit of cool side- and after-effects. A few minor bright light hallucinations, a great dream or three, and - absolutely best of all - - everything I ate tasted stupendously good. For at least a week. Burgers and fruit and hospital meatloaf and desserts and so on. Road food and leftovers here at home. If you get the opportunity - - hey, man, it's way cool.
I'll summarise with a simple comment that I'm confident of saying:
