"Dad's out and ok and going home sharpish." That was the message my bro sent me once Dad had gotten out from his cardioversion. While wittering on about jogging in the heat and the chewing antics of a puppy I have been keeping to the back of my mind the small matter of my father having his heart rebooted. I try not to worry about the unknown future and to steer clear of inventing horror stories about what might and therefore might not happen. It seems to be part of human nature - or at least the Western human nature I experience - to seek a worst case outcome and worry about it. Fair enough when you are in plane plummetting towards the ground with neither engines or pilot working, but not so for most medical stuff. Doctors know best; I don't. Unless they tell me something bad is probable I see little benefit in lathering myself up into a worried frenzy. Of couse I consider the unknown, but I try not to get attached to it. I have tremors of aftershock worry about what could have happened. I think I prefer that to what could. Stopping and restarting a heart is pretty bloody heavy though.
And now back to running and Rumpole.
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