the beat goes on

A week has now passed since PapaTron's CABG (that's a Coronary Artery Bypass Graft to all the uninitiated), and his heart is happy to finally be at home. He left the hospital Friday evening, delighted to bid farewell to Darvocet-induced hallucinations, catheters, and worn out snappy gowns. He's now crashing on the couch downstairs and may be welcoming visitors (or at least willing dog-walkers) soon.

a CABG:
pre-surgery fun:
Dad was quite the anomaly in the cardiac ward; everyone was surprised to see such a fit and healthy 50 year old young buck in there for surgery. friends, one word: checkups! especially if you have a history of any kind of any disease in your family.
Post CABG, feeling no pain...
We may have snuck my guitar in and serenaded the patient as he puffed on his respiration treatment.
We hijacked him for walks around the fourth floor as well. Yes, this man DOES walk. He'll be back to cycling and canyon rescuing and palm-tree-cutting-down in no time at all.
That's the smile of health!