With a title like that, I'll be on the TSA no-fly list in no time.

That's what it felt like, and still feels like. Like I was playing ball in some field, then the bomb squad comes rolling up and screams for me to get off. From a safe distance, I see the men creep up and painstakingly dig out a time bomb.

Right. Where. I. Was.

They tell me how lucky I was. How it could have gone off without warning. How I could have simply be gone, like that. (Imagine a kitty trying to snap, okay? Work with me.) I nod and thank them. Then, the bomb tech carrying it hands it over to me and says, "I'm not sure if it's disarmed, so be careful with it, okay?"

That's what it felt like. That's what it feels like. Wednesday was my angiogram (the look-see time.) Cardiologist took a look, then booked me for his first angioplasty on Friday. But, that previous Sunday and Monday, just two days before my angiogram, I was playing racquetball.

For those who don't know, racquetball is very bursty. You run, you swing, you look up and run again. I get out of breath and sweaty each time I play.

I'm not saying that I could have had a heart attack. Turns out there's (at least) two types. The ones the defibs can help are the arrhythmic ones, when the heart's 'spark plugs' are misfiring.

My type, the collapsing coronary artery, a defib will only make me a little crispy. But, even the cardiologist couldn't predict when it will fail if left untreated. All he could predict was, it will fail, and that part of my heart would die of oxygen starvation in four hours.

So, I'm not sure playing racquetball would have increased my risk. My discharge directions were pretty basic: bedrest for the next two days, then light activity for the rest of the week. After that, back to normal.

It's been a full week, and a few days, since my surgery. I rode my bike in to work today. It was a good feeling. But, I still worry. I had a bit of muscle discomfort in my chest immediately after the surgery. I told the nurse, and he told the doctor or head nurse. Somebody up the food chain, anyhow. And word came back down: that's normal.

Well, I have no sudden pains, no excessive bleeding or swelling at the incision point. The discomfort is still there, but much lessened. It could even be psychosomatic, for all I know.

But I still wonder about it. My ticker.