I had a pleasant evening with the guys at the Pink Noord drink on Thursday. Before midnight I was home and an hour-and-a-half later I was in a bed, but not my own.
I didn’t feel well, had another heart rhythm disturbance, and called a taxi to bring me to ER at the hospital across the road. Normally the rhythm goes back to its normal beat when they put an infusion needle in my arm, but not this time. I heard from a doctor I had a light myocardial infarction, and this was the third time in as many years. So from ER I went the following morning to Intensive Cardiac Care. And an hour ago I was released.
The nurse joked I missed hospital food, after being away for 3 weeks. [That was at an other hospital btw]. I’m still alive and kicking, starting slowly with work again but at a slower beat.