It feels so sweet to have a healthy heart beat

Other than freaking out and having a major panic attack because Husband wasn't allowed with me pre-op, the procedure went really quickly and wasn't at all bad. 
They medicated me out of my gourd, and all I remember was waking up once because I was about to throw up - a side effect of the medication - that passed. 
Then I woke up again, turned my head, saw my rib cage on the screen, and commented on how cool it was.

They used conscious sedation, and because of my anxiety and panic attacks, I think they really socked it to me.
That's probably the calmest I've been in my whole life.

Recovery has been quick and semi painless. 
I still have twinges of pain, but it is not constant. 
However, if I use my hand, it does hurt.

I was able to leave the hospital four hours after the procedure because it was done through the wrist, not the groin.
I was told to act as if my arm were broken and not use it for 24 hours, to leave the pressure bandage on for 24 hours, and not to lift anything heavier than 10 pounds (4.54 kg) for a week.

Thursday I took it super easy. 
I was still a bit nauseous and just so tired.
I did not use my right hand at all Thursday or Friday, which is fun, fun, fun when you are right-handed.

Friday we ventured out and bought groceries, ran a few errands, and hit a couple of yard sales. 
Absolutely no problem. 
I did get a lot of stares because I was still orange from the iodine, had a big old band-aid on, and was holding my arm close to my body to keep anyone from hitting it.

Today, I finally worked up the nerve to take off the hospital band-aid.
The nurse scared the poop out of me, Husband, and Daughter, telling us that it was the main vein and that if there was any bleeding, we should keep pressure on it and call 911. 
Needless to say, we were all terrified to yank the bandage off.

My arm feels so much better without that bandage, although I'm keeping a regular old band-aid on it for at least two weeks just to be sure that thing is sealed.

Oh, and the best part?
It was a false positive on the stress test.

Ooh, that gets me rather angry. 
All that worrying, and they just can't read a bloody stress test right.

Now Monday it's a follow-up breast ultrasound, and I'm not confident they'll read that one right either.
I'd better not end up with an unneeded biopsy.

Husband, Son 1, and Granddaughter 1 went fishing today, and they did not get back until 7 p.m.

Daughter and I spent the day watching movies. 
It hurts to use my right hand, and I cannot pick anything up, so there is not a lot to do. 
Husband says the more I use my hand, the less it will hurt, so I am counting on that. 
I am eager to get back to routine.

Father’s Day is tomorrow, and I am leaving Son 1 in charge of dinner.
I am going to get off of here and head back to bed.