I'm sorry if I was a day or two late posting my latest theater and art reviews, but I was in the hospital with a broken heart -- almost. An artery almost completely blocked. I went to the hospital with chest pain Tuesday night about 10 p.m., and Wednesday morning I went into the cath lab to have a stent put in. The procedure itself is just a little bit painful, but the recovery is horrible. You have to lay on your back for up to 8-10 hours (I think it was 10 this time). The main thing is you can't move your leg where they inserted the tube in the femoral artery from the groin up to the heart, because if you do it might start bleeding, and from what I hear that ain't any place you want to be bleeding. Once out of danger of bleeding out from the femoral artery, however, the recovery is quick and easy.
They discharged me about 10 a.m. Wed. Wednesday night I went to the State Theater with my son, Noel, to see Harlequin Production's "Psychopathia Sexualis," which I will review for my TNT column next week. Here's a sneak preview: It is -- despite the weird title -- a comedy, and it is really good.