The Electro-Physiologist, Part 2

When I last left you at the end of “My Date With The Electro-Physiologist, Part 1”, I had thrown out the idea that I was having a “helmet fire” as they were rolling me out of my cubicle and down the L-O-N-G hallway to the elevator.

For those of you who are have a difficult time comprehending the concept of having a “helmet fire”, I will try to help you understand that concept of feeling.  A “helmet fire” has no conscience or internal clock, it can happen at any time, at any place!  But my “helmet fire” was occurring on the gurney, on the L-O-N-G hallway to the elevators.  It was happening as I was leaving my family and friends for, what I perceived, could be the very last time!  The fear of the unknown that lay ahead of me at the end of the gurney ride, the thought that something could happen during the four hour procedure of probing my heart, a heart attack, a stroke, and the worse side effect of this procedure……death, was causing my emotions and my intellectual thoughts to call each other out and begin an “old fashioned, blue collar, bar fight” inside my head!  It was  totally out of control!  That my friends, is just one example of what a “helmet fire” might be or feel like inside your brain!

However, by the time I had gotten into the surgery room, the “helmet fire police” had arrived inside my heard and arrested all those involved in the “helmet fire” and carted them off in the “paddywagon”!   But now the fear of the unknown had taken over and things got real serious.  The surgery nurses, both men, had arrived in the room.  Their first point of business was to gather up all the patches, probes, and the electrical connectors that was going to be used in this highly computerized and electrical exploration expedition into the sanctuary I call my heart.

It took them more than 30 minutes to put the required patches on my chest and back in the appropriate places, place the probes in the designated areas fore and aft, and then attach all the wires that would provide the vital information to the many computer screens that were above the surgery table.  During this “hook up” process  the nurses obviously noticed that I was shaking in my boots, even though the only thing that I had on was that “designer gown” I described in Part 1.

One of them asked me what kind of music that I like.  I replied that my music runs the gamut from Alabama, ZZ Top, Merle Haggard, The Beatles, The Eagles, Lynard Skynard, Brad Paisley, and many points in between!  “My music tastes might be called eclectic”, I added!  He replied that I would most likely enjoy what he was cranking up.  Well he was right, over the speakers came a little southern rock band from Jacksonville, FL that you all may have heard over the years…….Lynard Skynard singing “Sweet Home Alabama” followed up by “What’s Your Name, Little Girl”!

As this long, painstaking pre-surgery procedure was culminating and the team was ready to rock and roll, my doctor strolled in and greeted me with this phrase, “Good morning Captain how are you doing?  We are ready, how about you? ” I replied, obviously in a apprehensive sort of way, that I was indeed ready to get this over.  The anaesthetist had taken up his position next to my right arm, briefed me on what to expect, and set a mask on my face with the consoling words that this will start to relax you now, Captain.  He was right I could feel the soothing affects of the anesthesia, along with Lynard Skynard’s tune “Free Byrd” I was fading.

The last thing that I remember were these words from the stereo system:

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
‘Cause there’s too many places
I’ve got to see

Off to Happy Valley, USA I went!

Stay tuned there is more to come in Part 3!

6 thoughts on “The Electro-Physiologist, Part 2”

  1. Dad I’ve got to admit I was Very nervous my stomach was in bad shape. But you are a strong man and I had confidence in that this is going to fix the problem.I’m just thankful your my Dad and I love you very much thanks for everything you do for me I love you daddy o

  2. Dad I’ve got to admit I was Very nervous my stomach was in bad shape. But you are a strong man and I had confidence in that this is going to fix the problem.I’m just thankful your my Dad and I love you very much thanks for everything you do for me I love you daddy o

  3. Captain: You don’t know the half what was going on in my mind as we hugged and said good-bye. Our tears were of concern and love for each other as I watch them take you around the corner into that room. I was wondering if you would survive what they were going to do to get you straightened up and well again. I wondered if the next place I would see you was downtown in the facility you never want to enter.

    Seeing your face when they brought you out of surgery , I knew the ordeal had taken its toll on you. Your voice was very horase from everthing they had going down your throat. I was scared, but I knew they had fixed the problem and you were going to make it. You now have a chance to outlive THE COACH.

    You will be flying again in no time at all.

    Love you little Brother.

    The Coach

  4. Captain: You don’t know the half what was going on in my mind as we hugged and said good-bye. Our tears were of concern and love for each other as I watch them take you around the corner into that room. I was wondering if you would survive what they were going to do to get you straightened up and well again. I wondered if the next place I would see you was downtown in the facility you never want to enter.

    Seeing your face when they brought you out of surgery , I knew the ordeal had taken its toll on you. Your voice was very horase from everthing they had going down your throat. I was scared, but I knew they had fixed the problem and you were going to make it. You now have a chance to outlive THE COACH.

    You will be flying again in no time at all.

    Love you little Brother.

    The Coach

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