A little while ago, I got a call from Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville and it was the big guy himself. I couldn't believe it. He sounded amazingly well; in fact, Mikey said the doctors are calling his progress "miraculous." They've seen no one recover faster. The power of prayer, my friends. Good work!
Mikey says a severe pulmonary embolism went though his heart and blocked both lungs, but contrary to my previous report, there is no heart damage. His 29-hour drive from Vegas to Nashville was the catalyst; sitting for long periods of time can cause this problem.
Tomorrow he goes under again for another procedure--sounds like a leg/groin/vein thing. Um, as you can tell, I'm not a nurse. At any rate, Mikey expects it to take only about a half hour.
But not to minimize; this is serious shit, people. Our friend almost died. Before the emergency surgery Saturday morning, the doctors gathered his family and told them something to the effect of, "Say whatever you need to say to him; now's the time."
Holy crap. Yet earlier today, he was doing laps around the ICU, followed by a train of tubes and machines. Miraculous. Mikey is so very grateful for all your good wishes.