I can’t believe my luck! I think someone up there has got the “eyes” for me. Most people go through life never experiencing what I go through. Even my neurologist said he never had a patient with my “luck”, and he thinks I won’t be lucky next time. You can surpass Liz Taylor and get married 9 times, but you can’t play with the Devil and come out alive. Unless you ride a motorcycle :).

WE, yup the royal WE, had a stroke last year. And this year, WE have an open-heart surgery. WE are thinking WE should be buying lottery tickets because it seems that WE can’t get anything else but luck from here on.

Right on Mother’s Day, I started feeling my heart jolting at every 5-6 seconds. At first, I thought it was those rare instances when caffeine finally took effect on me. But this time, it went on the whole night, even keeping me awake. So early the next day, I took shower, got dressed comfy (pajama and slippers), waited for the family to wake up to take me to ER. When I decide to go to ER, ER knows it’s time to make money out of this cheap bastard!

I got admitted instantly, based on my health history. Being sick does have its advantages, ya know? They don’t make you sit around in ER waiting room. I don’t care that much for the folks at Regional ER. They treat patients like potential criminals. It’s like the phrase Dr. House says “Everybody lies”. But the doctors there are angels from heaven. Dr Irani is the kindest soul. I love him.

So, long story but short recount here. I’m not a cow, but I am a little connected to cows, in the sense that my blood regurgitates in the left atrium through the mitral valve. I have Mitral Regurgitation. In normal one-way street, my blood likes to be different, so it flows both ways and engorges the back chamber. That explains the jolts when the atrium contracts to spit out blood to the ventricle,  but the swinging valve decides to swing both ways and the blood flows back to the atrium. And it makes me tired and short-of-breadth. Laughing, yawning, taking deep breadth hurts. I sleep a lot. What’s most upsetting is I can no longer exercise as I used to. I have been staring at myself in the mirror, imagining the long vertical scar there. I guess no more nude beach in Nice … :(

Since the work will be done in the same vicinity (heart, chest, breasts …), I wonder if the heart surgeon will throw in a breast enlargement as a bonus :).