Here I am, about 7 weeks post-surgery. I am getting better which is good. My surgery was a failure, which isn’t so good. I’ve seen all 3 of my doctors now (GP, Cardiologist, Surgeon) and there is a future. A little murky but I have a decent understanding of what’s going on.
My Cardiologist told me he had never heard of a case where a surgeon opened up a patient and then saw that he (or she) couldn’t do the operation. Mine was the first time he ever heard of that happening. He feels I’m coming along well and he sees no reason why I can’t exit the country but I should wait another month or two. Wait for what, I don’t know. But he’s a good man. I asked him if I could ever be better and he said that medicine changes all the time, so you never know. So in his opinion, this is it for me.
I saw the surgeon today and it was a brief meeting. He listed to my heart and looked pleased. He explained exactly what happened during the surgery and why he did, what he did. It all made sense to me. He says it takes 3 months to feel better after heart surgery so I have no idea why all the pamphlets they give out say it takes 1 to 3 months to recover. They should say 3 months and if you’re better in a month, good for you. So I’m on target.
I asked the surgeon for his prognosis of my condition. I told him this was nothing I would hold him too, I just wanted his opinion. He feels that the next five years should be fine. If the mitral valve starts to take on heavy calcification then he would insert a balloon through my heart to the mitral valve to help it open and close. Interesting. So I’m not going to give it much thought for now. My new (13 years old) heart arteries still look good and he thinks they could last 40 years. So I’ll just live my life and try not to worry about things. Of course, the thought of a 3rd heart surgery just thrills me! Not!!
I asked the surgeon about leaving town and he said, “sure, why not”? So I am going with his opinion and I’m blowing this joint shortly.
I’m bored and it’s getting cold. I’ve been in full job hunt mode for several weeks now. This is not the best time of year to be job hunting but there are a few out there. I had an interview in Toronto for a job in China but I didn’t get the job. It paid well so I was disappointed. Then I had another China interview here in Toronto but they’re not deciding for a month or so. I have no idea why they are interviewing now but to hell with them.
There have been some decent jobs popping up and I’ve had the Skype interviews. The job I really want is in Morocco but they haven’t decided yet. I have a firm offer which isn’t as good as Morocco but as they say, a bird in the hand and all that.
It just might be Hong Kong. They want me to start December 1st and it would be teaching the younger grades in high school. You have to go to the Gulf countries to work at a University and make a decent salary. No thank you, 1 year in Oman was enough. So it looks like high school for me. Who knows, I might enjoy it.
No one at this school speaks Chinese and English so they’ve been using a computer translation program to communicate. My interview was through email. It’s all very strange but they’ve been flexible on some things that started out as a firm no on their part. Hong Kong is China, but it’s not. It will be something different. If the Morocco job doesn’t appear tomorrow morning, it looks like I’m off to Hong Kong. I want to be a part of it all in old Hong Kong.
Shujie likes the idea of Hong Kong as she’s never been there. She will have to make up her mind soon whether to leave soon or wait until August. I would like her to come now but it’s up to her. She has her minimum wage job but I think she likes going to work. That’s the problem with following me around; there isn’t always a job.
There is no winter in Hong Kong and the heat in the summer isn’t deadly. I’d be gone in less than 2 weeks, which seems awfully fast to me. But the pay is good and I might like the job. And there is no age 60 and you’re out like in Mainland China. My mother is going to flip when I tell her.
Other than that, I don’t have much to say because I don’t have much of a life. On Sunday night I’m going to see “Book of Mormon” so that’s exciting. I’m not cold all the time anymore, just sometimes, which is an improvement. The thing I keep learning over and over is you never know what’s around the corner. Maybe my story will change tomorrow but Hong Kong isn’t so bad, is it?