Its just not enough.
ahhh, never to busy to go sailing... may not be physically able to at this moment, but I will, I promise, go sailing once again.
I'm proof that the good die young. I'm still here.
I just came home from the hospital.
Again.
Last Wednesday, around 5pm, I felt the ticker begin to go south. Again.
I make the call to the Cuban, and she's going to meet me @ the hospital.
Arrive about 15 mins. later, they
wheel me in, and I won't go into what I feel was a rather inept ER staff, but lets just say when my pulse ox is 84% on 3 different fingers ITS NOT THE MACHINE!
No, I don’t need a blood pressure tablet, or an anti-anxiety pill, I need nitro, morphine, and a cardio consult you twit! Its not my first rodeo Seconds count!
So, around 11:00pm, I'm back in the cath lab. The stent inserted last week occluded.
2 more stents, more dope in me than a crack whore, current ejection fraction hovering around 25-30% More blood thinners. If I cut myself shaving, the Red Cross should be called for type/match.
More damage to the only muscle that really counts.
Docs tell me that that in 90 days, I get a pacemaker/defib… get this… “just to prevent sudden death”. That’s nice to hear.
Think about that as you sit down to thanksgiving dinner this week… “just to prevent sudden death.”
By the grace of God, go I.
He must have some plan for me, He can't be done with me here on earth yet, I mean 5 Mi's, now 8, or 9 stents, I can't remember, and I'm still kickin'. Not kicking as hard as I used to, but kickin' nonetheless.
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