Well, the Frankenstein procedure didn’t work. I’m not suggesting that anybody should care about the details of this and I feel rather like an old folk in the home telling you the details of my complaints, but I said I’d chronicle this: After putting me out and putting a sonogram wand down my gullet, they found that I may have a clot and so they did not zap me because they don’t want that clot freed up by a newly efficient heart, doing mischief in the bloodstream. So I stay on anticlotting drugs for a month (no football for me) and then they will zap me again. That’s the long and the short of it. I’m fine, just still pissed.