And now for some more exciting doctor news!
...the test I took last Wednesday told the doctor that I had congestive heart failure. Sometimes I get words or names mixed up in my head, especially it they start with the same letter. I have been telling folks I had Constipated Heart Failure. Anyway, I took a load of garbage to the dump this morning and when I got back his office had called again in my absence. They said I have "blockages" and that they are going to have to do a catheterization to see where the blockages are and then put in stints or do open heart surgery. A stint is kinda like wrapping duct tape around a leaky muffler to see if it will put out the 'check engine' light on ya dashboard. Since I wasn't there when they called, they 'splained' it to mz ribit who was crying.
"why ya crying?" I asked her.
She told me.
"Not to worry, I will draw you a map showing ya where all my money is buried before they work on me." She promised to give me a thorough ass kicking when I got better.
...anyhow, they sent out a prescription for Isosorbide Mononitrate until a day came around that the surgeon couldn't get a reasonable time to t off at the local golf course. I shall be alright and I am not looking for any "sympathy". WE can talk about it, just no sympathy. Ya know where Sympathy is found in the dictionary don't ya? Just want everybody to treat me the way ya always have.
...a friend of mine named charlie was scheduled for some serious surgery once and his wife was trying to get him to plan his funersl. "What would you like for them to play at your funeral" she asked.
"About a dozen hooters waitresses playing topless volleyball would be nice."
I agree!
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