Just in case anyone gives a RA: I had a 4 way bypass in 1996. The
old fashion version. They put enough wire in your sternum to set
off an airport scanner.
Other than that I seem to be fully functional. Not as agile, not as
eager to stay up all night in case I might miss something. Time
changes everything
I am pleased to be an old F. Much better than not being. 'Sides,
it is so much fun hissing of the hidebound "haven't got a brain"
ones. Makes the Wizard of Oz seem like a story about a four
entertaining libturds and a silly girl.
What was her name? Ranty? Oh and she had a pet goat, errr no,
it was a dog. My memory..... sorry.