The prettiest music I know is the dull rhythm of a heart doing what it’s supposed to do. Beep. Beep. Beep. I am, as they say, converted, which sounds like and almost is a religious experience. And the only ill effect I know of is a very sore chest from ripping hairs out with the sticky pad that held the wires that ended my afib. The procedure itself took maybe 15 minutes and I’m back to being me. Except now I’m paranoid about every heart beat. But I’m grateful. Thanks to you all for your kind words and thoughts. Now we’ll see how long this lasts….
