I am back home and thanks for all the good wishes.
Decades ago DW bought me a joke beer mug with a bell on it, the kind one sees on a child's tricycle. I wouldn't dare use that to summon her. If she didn't simply ignore it she'd likely smash the thing over my head.
She loves me but there is such a thing as "pushing the envelope".
I am limited to lifting no more than ten pounds for two weeks and some walking such as around the block, and after that can go to light exercise, defined as half weights at the gym and half or so on the treadmill. At four weeks I can go back to full bore.
This part is interesting. I got pictures! I was awake but given some "I don't care" drugs, as they were described to me. I did ask that they be generous with those, as to say that I was stressed is gross understatement. I mean, some guy I met yesterday is going to be poking around in my heart. But I did have the presence of mind to ask if that screen was being recorded and could I have a cd with the files and they gave it to me.
The dark blood vessels you see are not really the vessels themselves, but the dye used to make them visible. This makes the blockage very visible but wow, it takes some doing to recognize that because everything moves in and out of focus as the heart beats and the dye passes through the veins. Whatever the fee turns out to be he earned it because you have to be quick and really know what to look for. And I have little doubt that without this, with in a year, two at most, I'd be dead.
The "after" image is the one I think is the right one, but it may not be. He showed me but I was a bit woozy so may not remember correctly and there's a lot to go through on the cd. So I guess regard it as a best guess for now.