Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I just have to remember to not overdo things any more. I've got a follow-up appointment next week, I'm hoping for a little more guidance.

At least I'm not banned from salt; high blood pressure isn't an issue. But the pills they gave me lower something that was already kind of low, but they also got rid of the chronic tachycardia which feels a lot better.

Foothills gave great care, and the food was even pretty good (my only complaint is the lack of salt, they don't give it to patients.) I got the whole gamut of tests; I can't say I was a fan of getting a heart biopsy. And my arms are so damn skinny, they had to do the angiogram through my hip.

I'm just glad I didn't have a heart attack while walking the dog.

Oh, and I kind of know how Fry and Lister felt. It's weird to be knocked out in one place, and wake up several days later in another. It's not like sleep, where you're kind of aware that time has passed - this was "last thing I heard was the word "fentanyl", and the next thing I know it's three days and three hundred km later ..."