Monday, September 29, 2014

Don't break my heart, my achy breaky heart!

This is our grandpunk, Huddy!  He has my heart...BIG TIME!!

Don't break my heart, my achy breaky heart!  Too late, my heart is already broken.  Not in the way you might be thinking.  I've been in love with my BFF for many moons and we've been married for over 32 years.  He's never broken my heart, and if he ever does I'll break his knee caps!  JK!  Sort of!

My heart is literally broken.  I had no idea there was trouble with my ticker until about a month ago.  I thought all was well in heartsville and then next thing ya know I'm looking forward to heart valve replacement/repair surgery.  Looking forward probably isn't the right wording.  Trust me, I'm not looking forward to having my chest cracked open and my innards exposed for all to see.  Or at least all who are in the O.R. that day.  But it is what it is and soon I'll be sporting a pretty gnarly scar!

Someone once said "go big or go home" and apparently my heart was listening because three of my four heart valves are being very naughty.  One of them is completely out of control (or as my surgeon said, severely damaged) and two are behaving badly (or in surgical terms moderately damaged.)  The reason for this valve rebellion is unknown.  There is speculation that a virus may have caused the damage, but no one is sure.

Let's look at the bright side, because there is ALWAYS a bright side, I should get lots of sympathy and attention.  There are better ways to get attention.  Like winning front row tickets and a back stage pass to a Tim McGraw concert and then being on the eleven o'clock news with Tim because he officially declared you his BIGGEST fan!  That's the kind of attention that would be AWESOME!  And it is possible.  It could happen.  Stop laughing.  It is possible.  But it probably won't happen before my ticker gets a tuneup.  The date of the invasion of my chest hasn't been set yet, but I'll letcha know when I know.

I like to write.  It's kind of like therapy for me.  Please don't assume I need therapy, I am the picture of perfect mental health.  And all the people chatting away inside my head agree with me.  But I really do enjoy blogging.  I've done a bit of it in the past and it's tons of fun.  So I'll use this new blog to let y'all know what's up.  Give you the skinny.  Dish the dirt.  Share the scoop.  And hopefully, and this is my GREAT HOPE, we will all laugh along the way.  You know what they say, laughter is the best medicine.  It's right up there with being backstage with Tim McGraw!

From my heart to yours,