Post surgery frustrations

I'm not sure I have ever really been as frustrated as I was when Monday, I was laying there.. had 3 catheters with wires to my heart.. wide awake watching them for 2 hours trying to get my heart to do the right thing in order to burn it.. feeling every bit of it in pressure (they did give me pain medicine but the googly effect wore off quickly).. listening to the electriophisiologist's language about voltage and not getting it and they tell me we can't do it. You went through all this.... and you're not getting fixed. We were all so positive that this would be a piece of cake this go around. Nope, not when it's in the matter of Hollie.. I'm in the 10 percent group that the heart just does not cooperate. I'm back on the medicine and a heart monitor and back to square one. I felt so frustrated.. here.. I have a week off work (well needed with the recovery of this) my parents are here (Thank you!!!) and I'm no better than when I was before. Although, they did say they got a very good map of my heart... for... ummm next time I guess.

A little difference

This past couple weeks have been very stressful at work. For us and for our members. But I think it's amazing what a simple gesture as handing each member a box of these conversation hearts does to them. It doesn't matter what they were just whining and moaning and accusing us of just two minutes ago. I hand them that box and their face lights up and they say Thank you that was so sweet! People just don't care anymore and it's obvious to me when that little box can turn their whole demeanor around. I love seeing someone's cold face warm up with a glimpse of emotion. Their features just smooth out and their tone is sincere.

I hope everyone has a great Valentine's Day and I hope that someone can give you a little unexpected heart as well.

Ky under ice

Brrrr it was cold.