So three and a half weeks after my initial incident I go under the (tiny, tiny) knife again.

As those who've read my previous posts will recall - I still had one fully-blocked artery (which shouldn't be disturbed) and another mostly-blocked artery (which could be a problem down the line and should probably be addressed. So now it's being addressed).

They stick a catheter into an artery in my right wrist (it's like a half-centimeter incision. I get bigger cuts from spazzy white belts every week), unclog the artery next to my heart with a balloon, and stick a stent - a metal reinforcement mesh that keeps the artery from collapsing again. During the previous one I felt like the procedure had zero side effects. Turns out I only thought that because I'd attributed my fatigue to the attack itself. These things are draining, though I can't be sure whether this drain is from the chemicals or maybe they're just mental fatigue.

Surgeon says the artery was 90% blocked (though it's a dude, so maybe he's just showing off a bit), and that my natural bypasses over the third artery are very impressive (I'm gonna use some Rogan-level broscience and attribute it to 6 years of grappling). I'll probably post some photos of my heart later on (they put everything on a CD, which is the modern equivalent of cave drawings).

Another unexpected effect - the iodine used in the procedure to allow the surgeon to see what is doing dehydrates you pretty impressively. And with me convincing the nurse to take me off the IV to go to the bathroom and never putting it back in, this could only end one way - I'VE GOT ABS!!!!!

I drop at 19:00 and sleep till 1:00, when they come to take my vitals.

But having just taken this website online, I had to check.

An hour later I start watching Danaher's half-guard series (let's face it, 80% of the time jiu jitsu IS half-guard). I think I might still be under the influence, because I make it through 30 minutes of Danaher straight.

Next morning I go home. I end up taking the next day off work as well, which I wasn't expecting to do, but I was still a bit off.

No more abs, though. Can't believe I didn't take any pictures, goddammit...