On January 9th I had out-patient surgery at Stanford to switch out my impulse generator. The battery was running out of energy and needed to be replaced. A week later, here at home, I was changing the dressing on my chest incision
My grandson asked, "Grandpa, what's THAT?" I replied, "I had a little operation." Leo exclaimed, with a look of horror on his face, "The doctor cut you? WHY? (Leo is 5 years old).
My response was limited by my inability to speak in long sentences, "I have a battery powered brain." He quipped, "Grandpa, you're a robot!" and proceeded to run around the house yelling, "Mommy, mommy, did you know that Grandpa is a robot? He has batteries!"
Life is good.