I was very comforted by the fact that so many of you Intrepids enjoyed my tale of lobbyist whores and eyepatch underwear (whatever the hell that is... someone bring some to the next blogmeet. I'll wear it. With my dirndl). I was even more comforted that even more of you suggested I STFU and give you an update on Key. You latter types are known in the blogging business as "game changers."
So: Key is recovering well, albeit slowly. She's still suffering from overall pain and nausea, and occasional migraines, although the migraines are diminishing. She's also extremely weak, keeping her confined to bed for the most part.
You know those stories about people who say "Man, I had no idea I was feeling so bad! Musta been gradual! The day after I gots my stent I felt like a million bucks! Let's go find some strippers!"? I think those stories are made up. Of course, having what is essentially a four-inch piece of flex garden hose shimmied up your arteries would tend to make one ill, and recovery an incremental, baby-steps process. All in all, we consider ourselves lucky, and blessed.
In fact, technology proceeds at such a pace in this incredible nation that only a year or two ago they would have had to crack open the old thorax for such a stent placement. But Dr. Kasirajan was one of a handful of cardiovascular surgeons to perform the clinical trials for these stents, and this procedure, over the last 14 months. For him to be at Emory was akin to opening your garage to find an angel inside. An angel with a brain like David McCallum in The Sixth Finger. And the delicate skilled fingers of Franz Liszt.
It is simply amazing what our health care is capable of. I'm very excited about the next phase, too, wherein we can all read about these medical marvels as they are performed on members of Congress, whilst the rest of us lay forgotten on gurneys by the service elevators, being poked and prodded by little ACORN daemons.
Below the fold is an exciting graphical representation of the stent used:

If I were to create a robotic rooster it might look like this.
Apparently there are already two brands of this stent on the market. Dr. K. went with the Gore. The same people who make Gore-Tex, although I don't believe you'll find these things in bins by the Vibram-soled chukka boots at REI.
Ya'll go over to Key's now and send her some sugar.
I believe you are right, Joan. Perhaps reattachment surgery, voluntary or otherwise, is in the offing.
Where's Mike?
Posted by: Velociman at September 11, 2009 8:42 PMV-man - I'm glad she is doing better. Give her my love.
Posted by: Denny at September 11, 2009 11:23 PMGreatness beyond words. Thanks for the update.
Posted by: dick at September 11, 2009 11:49 PMGood news and a nifty pictorial! :D
Posted by: PeggyU at September 12, 2009 2:50 AMThat stent is actually pretty amazing. Glad for you both she's home. Thanks for the update.
Posted by: Kath at September 12, 2009 7:28 AMI'm glad she's almost feeling better, it'd be better if she just was feeling good again. That "confined to bed" part is probably your most favorite part of the deal. You dog... Give her my best, even though that's lacking... it's all I got. That's a good lookin' chicken, or rooster, or whatever. It looked like a Turkey to me. Did you draw it? If you did, you are certainly to be complemented for coloring within the lines. Ataboy. ;)
Posted by: RedNeck at September 12, 2009 8:21 AMI'm throwing some good Juju her way.
Posted by: Sam at September 12, 2009 8:42 AMThey stick that damn thing in through your leg? Cripes.
Good news all around and I'm glad she's doing better, but man, just that thought is givin' me heebie-jeebies.
Posted by: apotheosis at September 12, 2009 9:47 AMThere are stints and there are stints. What Key had done is not normal. The two guys who sit behind me at work (I call them 'the bookends') are both 67 year old men and members of the zipper club. Two years ago they both had stints put in. I came into work one day and the first bookend was in the throes of a heart attack. The ensuing story is funny as hell, but I wanted to punch him in the face. Anyway, he had a stint put in and was back to work within a couple days. It was one tiny little blocked artery. Tiny. Tiny.
That's a much different story than the gig Key had going.
I'm going to be quoting you on that next phase too. That frickin' cracked me up... in both a funny Ha Ha way and a nervous laughter because of the truth. Frickin' Congress. May they rot.
Posted by: Bou at September 12, 2009 6:10 PMI hope she's all right. She's really top young to have that kind of thing happen...
Posted by: rob sama at September 12, 2009 6:18 PM