General Discussion

I haven’t had a steak since.

At 52, I was feeling a bit weird, and thought it might be heart-related, since both my father’s parents died of heart attacks before they were 70. So I sought out a cardiologist. Within less than 72 hours, I was in a hospital, having 2 stents put in my arteries. They had an ambulance waiting outside to rush me to another clinic in case the stent implant failed, in which case I would need an emergency bypass operation. The implant was successful, but the surgeon played me back the video if the procedure, and I had two arteries 99% clogged. My coming major (and probably fatal) coronary was maybe 48 hours away. Maybe less. He said only one thing to me in English: „Just in time.“ I was told, among other things, „from now on, if it walks on four legs, don‘t eat it.“ I haven‘t.