sorry again

i haven't posted in a while, and once again it's because i was in the hospital. i'm still working on that crippling depression thing, too, but the heart problem became pretty pressing again last week.

i went back into northwestern last tuesday, and had surgery on monday. using a superheated catheter, doctors burned around 30 little holes in my left ventricle, in an attempt to electrically isolate one of the parts of my heart that freaks out and causes runs of ventricular tachycardia (or v-tach). i guess things have been going pretty good since then; the doctors think they may have made some progress with this last procedure, so here's to them. and the nurses (especially katie in the day and margaret at night) put up with a LOT of my shit, so i owe them props as well.

and let me just say that the ccu at northwestern (8th floor) is the coolest icu i have ever been in. they let yr friends come all hours of the night, they don't bat an eyelash when you order pizza from yr room, they have starz edge and a&e on the tv, and the rooms have a view of lake michigan.

if any of you were wondering how i might look with seven days growth in the facial hair arena, have a gander. (spoiler: it's pathetic):


then yesterday, i kept having these non-dangerous irregular beats called pvcs, not to be confused with the dangerous kind i also get. i thought the non-dangerous ones were cute in all their irrelevance, so i took a picture:


if this post seems to be referencing something you don't remember, check this out. there's not much back story there, but maybe it's enough to fill in the blanks.

thanks to everyone who sent well wishes again, and if anyone wants to make a donation to a worthy, related charity, feel free:

american heart association - they help coordinate efforts to defeat all facets of illness facing the heart, and provide both clinical research and patient support assistance. a wonderful organization.

make-a-wish foundation - they grant gravely sick kids a wish, in what might be the purest of all charities. i received my wish in 1997 at the behest of the late nick jalomo, who convinced me that i could do the foundation more good by receiving a wish and spreading the word than by just letting someone else get a wish. sounds clunky and stupid, but i'm still a little fucked up about that whole thing to put it very eloquently. if you can't give money, give time. give, give, give.

bye,
baz