Well Ladies & Gentlemen, I'm writing to you this fine evening from the Intensive Care Unit of Kishwaukee Hospital. Seems the pains, flushing, etc, that prompted the lovely & charming Mrs. Cowboy to haul my reluctant ass here yesterday AM have turned out to be what you call your mild Myocardial Infarction. What a bloody nuisance. It looks relatively well for the future - angiogram found 0% blockage in all but 1 artery; ultrasound tomorrow to clafify the last one; no signs of significant damage, etc. Still, no fun & a serious cause of buttockal agony. And of course, while the good news is no blockage, the bad news is that lack leaves them bewildered as to why I freakin' infarcted in the first place. Crap.
Peter