11 years ago I had my heart surgery, quadruple bypass. I still have a difficult time looking at the scar that has keloid up and down the center of my chest. Just when I am successful in ignoring it, it demands attention by becoming uncontrollably itchy and soothes only with vigorous scratching longitudinally along both sides of the scar, almost penetrating through the skin.
To celebrate, we went to an Angel Baseball game to watch Shohei Ohtani pitch and were treated to fireworks at the end of the game. As a bonus we were able to see the Disneyland fireworks over the freeway on the way home.
Even though I grew up watching games at Dodger stadium, it was a fun experience at Angel stadium. My dad always listened to Bud Blattner over the radio so it brought back a lot of memories.
I still remember a few things, like the nurse trying to remove my wedding ring prior to surgery, Gayle climbing onto the hospital bed to get me breathing so they could remove the tube down my throat, the amount of equipment and tubes that kept me alive and the rumbling of the portable X-ray machine coming down the hallway at 5 in the morning.
This is starting to break free the ignored memories of that event. I was considered young at that time to have a heart attack, much less bypass surgery. I guess I have now aged into my medical history. It matches how I currently feel and look.
