SO, I did not die......

It has been three weeks, and things are getting back to normal. Sunday morning, Sept 23rd I woke up with chest pain. After a couple of minutes I realized that this was more than just something simple. I woke Suzette who went right into action. We were dressed and out the door very quickly. The Hospital is about seven or eight blocks away, and she ran three red lights. She got me to the ER within twenty minutes of the first chest pain. The activity was a blur. They wheeled me in and did a catheterization, putting a stent into the artery that was ninety percent blocked. (they call this artery the Widow Maker...) By 9.00am I was in a room and recovering. They kept me overnight, and when the original tests showed that I had little or no damage to my heart, they let me go home. I took the rest of that week off and went back to work the following Monday. I signed up for the six week Cardiac Rehab program, and I have been watching every bite of food I eat. I did the stress test last week and this verified that there was no damage. Suzette's quick action saved my life. I have my follow up appointment with my Cardiologist tomorrow, and I am gradually getting my life back to normal. I have cut back my work schedule from the sixty or seventy hour weeks to a more reasonable forty five or so, and I am working on getting things back to normal. It is good to bee here.....

VEEP DEBATE

Loved it! Joe called LyinRyan on his, well, lies.

Old man versus Eddie Munster

Need a new photo for the resume?

Denny Scott's got what you need:

Art Photos

Do you love your cat?

Yeah, yeah, sure you do.  But do you love your cat as much as THIS guy loves his cat?

Drunken Serenade

And now, for your listening pleasure, I'm delighted to present The Renegade Raging Grannies, singing their hit song, "Legitimate Rape":

Click Me!

These ladies embody everything that means to be an Old Broard!  Where do I sign up?

Paul Ryan

Ick.

PS: Mitt Romney: Show us 12 years of your tax returns. I'm betting you didn't pay any taxes during that time. Why else the fear of releasing them?

Maybe the Mayans were right . . .

2012 has been a really . . . event filled year so far. We're only mid-way through July and here are only the MAJOR events that we've been through so far:

1)  We entered the year trying to figure out why Scouty was suddenly crippled.

2)  In January, George landed in the hospital for a week because his blood sugar shot up super high and they couldn't get it to come down.  They finally got it down to the 200s -- much higher than they wanted but . . . much lower than it was -- and sent him home and he's been insulin dependent since.

3)  In March, a close cousin of George's lost her battle with cancer. George went back East for the funeral where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

4)  In April my sister had a heart attack while on vacation in New Orleans. They found a huge blockage so went to put in a stint and she had another heart attack, on the table. Her recovery is remarkable though. She's doing very well now but has two stints in her heart (I can't post anything about her heart attack on Facebook cuz she doesn't want people to know).

5)  In June, my beloved Scout died.

6)  In late June my aunt had a couple of strokes but she was lucky in that they were fairly mild and no significant damage to her brain.

7)  My work is super tumultuous. There was a merger two years ago and the company hasn't done well since (thanks to the idiots on the other side of the company) and the investors have now taken over the company. They made a big power play in June to establish themselves as the jerks in charge by firing all of the executives on our side of the company including my boss and the founder of our company. I very much doubt that the company will survive.

8)  Last night, George's nephew was murdered. 22 years old.  Shot in the head while he stood in front of the barber shop where George used to get haircuts as a child. We're still in shock and don't have many specifics.

What next?

2012 sucks.