This is not about my recent visit to the hospital caused by my bought with congestive heart failure. That is another story. By the way, if you are on high blood pressure medications, take them. Don't learn like I did the hard way that not taking them is not a good thing. At least go the natural route, if that works for you but get that BP lowered.
I will never run a marathon again. My heart only functioning at 20% won't allow it. I never ran a marathon before and wouldn't care to, but though I am crazy I'm not that crazy. After all, the first marathon runner Pheidippides promptly died after running the 26 plus miles and delivering the victory message to the citizens of Athens. I get winded walking the 26 feet from my couch to my refrigerator. I am Greek and admire Pheidippides for what he did, but if it were me and the Greek General asked me to run the 26 miles to Athens I would have said, "What's wrong with your cell phone boss? Don't you have service here? Hey Man, I know you are the General and we just won a great victory, but its 26 miles to Athens." More can be said, but I won't. You probably appreciate that.
On to the story that I was going to share today. It has to do with my step son needing to go to the Emergency Room on Monday night and me just getting out of the hospital last Wednesday for Congestive Heart Failure. I was in there being poked, prodded, irradiated and woken up after just falling asleep for five days. Went in on Friday and came out on Wednesday. It was quite an experience, one that I don't want to repeat anytime soon. The bottom line was...Take your blood pressure medication, you idiot. Don't be so bull headed!
My step son needed to go to the ER Monday after I got out of the hospital on Wednesday. I think we established that. At any rate, that was quite the experience and they found nothing wrong other than an upset stomach. He was released three hours after we went in. I got home earlu Tuesday morning at around 2:00 in the morning and of course could not sleep so I watched TV until about 3:00 when I fell asleep on the couch.
I decided to go to bed, but my sarcastic, I mean sarchaic rythym had me up at seven Tuesday. I thought I could handle it but found myself dozing off on the couch at about ten, right about the time Drew Carey was going to reveal whether or not that pretty blonde had won a car. I woke up and it was noon. Maybe I should just pack it in, I thought, and take about an hour's nap. OK
I am not going to take my phone into the bedroom because I am only going to be out about an hour, no problem. I was wrong, it wasn't an hour but four. Wow, I guess I was more tired than I thought.
It dawned on me, not the sun but a thought. Maybe someone is trying to get in touch with me trying to call me. Maybe I had better check my calls. I was right, twelve calls from my wife and eight from my son. OOOps.
Yes, I was still alive and had not suffered a major heart attack but they didn't know that. They were genuinely concerned that I was still in an upright position and breathing. I know it is not really funny, and I do understand their concern. At any rate, all turned out and I want to assure you that I am not writing this from heaven, but from Denise's office in our church.
By the way, does anyone know if the blonde won the car on Tuesday?
