My heart problems seem to be more serious than I at first thought – I’m hanging in there but not hitting on all six – or even four – to use an obsolete phrase.
I suppose when you find it more convenient to use a walker to go out and get the paper – yes I actually still have a paper delivered each day – that your body is trying to tell you something.
The next few weeks will mean more tests and rather unpleasant procedures but at least I’m home and getting used to the drugs

This summer in Maine was not up to our general enjoyable lake-side stay. I had a couple of episodes with my back (stenosis) and shortness of breath. We flew back to Florida, my GP sent me to a cardiologist who sent me to the ER who sent me to the hospital cardiac care center who diagnosed my problem as severe atrial flutter (rapid irregular heartbeat) which they brought under control by adding a couple of strong drugs to my extensive daily collection. I’m home now after some delay in being sprung from the hospital – typical bureaucratic foolishness –
The druga leave me exhausted and bruised – but able to function.
People are gryping about government-sponsored medicine, but I am really thankful for medicare – which has saved us hundreds of thousands over the past couple of decades.
Thanks taxpayers.