The knee surgery went very well. As I tried to wake up in the recovery room, my heart burped a bit. Afib, frightening me. But now I know what happened a few years ago, now I know what happened just a few days ago also. The anesthesiologist took great care of me, wrote a letter for my GP outlining everything he did. I sent it off to my GP first thing, along the comment that he want’s me to see a cardiologist ASAP.
Little to no sleep last night for either of us. Huge cold wind storm blowing through, pain kept me awake most of the night. George’s knee kept him awake. We are a fine pair.