Greetings....just cornered this computer again...getting a tad restless...docs told me not to over exert...which means sitting ...but every once in a while...I roam the halls of this unit taking in the sights.
Update: there are a lot of sick looking people in the hospital. And, in my area, which is cardiac vascular unit, most are old, overweight, shitting in the pooper potties, and generally drones of a life long gone and counting the years on the fingers of one hand and wondering if heart surgery will give them any more. But, enter me, bad interstate circling Heart City, with a small slum not far away called Tumor in the Lymph Nodeville, but otherwise a picture of perfect health...it just goes to show, you never know how long one has in this world or what mass of goblins, orks, and general mutant little fuckers are out there to turn a perfectly fine day into a game changer.
Noises, beaps, buzzers quietly coming from the rooms down the hallway. Men twice my size wearing those terrible looking johnies doing the best not to show any ass...although I did my best Jack Nicholson when I got to the unit yesterday, that was before I could find my under garments and slip them back on...and as asses go around here, mine is grade A...and to tell the truth, you see a lot of ass here, but it is the wrinkled sagging type on bodies that haven't used that muscle but for sitting the past twenty odd years.
They say my prognosis is good, mostly because except for heart disease and cancer...yes, take a pregnant pause there, I am healthy otherwise and that with new vasculariture on my ticker, I should be good to go for a while longer, with the cancer thing waiting in the wings. But, as things are shaping up, I have taken quite a fond affection for my cancer. I mean,. really, it is saving my life. Who would have thought that could happen. So the craziness of it is that I am shuttered away, almost not by my consent, although what choice did I have, and awaiting an alien invasion of my chest cavity for a little tinkering and cut and pasteing of my innards.
So, as the heart turns, say a Domino, Nabisco and Shreaded Wheat for me tomorrow at church, and all will be right with the Tin Man come next week...
Update: there are a lot of sick looking people in the hospital. And, in my area, which is cardiac vascular unit, most are old, overweight, shitting in the pooper potties, and generally drones of a life long gone and counting the years on the fingers of one hand and wondering if heart surgery will give them any more. But, enter me, bad interstate circling Heart City, with a small slum not far away called Tumor in the Lymph Nodeville, but otherwise a picture of perfect health...it just goes to show, you never know how long one has in this world or what mass of goblins, orks, and general mutant little fuckers are out there to turn a perfectly fine day into a game changer.
Noises, beaps, buzzers quietly coming from the rooms down the hallway. Men twice my size wearing those terrible looking johnies doing the best not to show any ass...although I did my best Jack Nicholson when I got to the unit yesterday, that was before I could find my under garments and slip them back on...and as asses go around here, mine is grade A...and to tell the truth, you see a lot of ass here, but it is the wrinkled sagging type on bodies that haven't used that muscle but for sitting the past twenty odd years.
They say my prognosis is good, mostly because except for heart disease and cancer...yes, take a pregnant pause there, I am healthy otherwise and that with new vasculariture on my ticker, I should be good to go for a while longer, with the cancer thing waiting in the wings. But, as things are shaping up, I have taken quite a fond affection for my cancer. I mean,. really, it is saving my life. Who would have thought that could happen. So the craziness of it is that I am shuttered away, almost not by my consent, although what choice did I have, and awaiting an alien invasion of my chest cavity for a little tinkering and cut and pasteing of my innards.
So, as the heart turns, say a Domino, Nabisco and Shreaded Wheat for me tomorrow at church, and all will be right with the Tin Man come next week...
You are the Tin man, Lion, with all the courage, and the scare crow always using your head turning a positive spin on whatever it is life wants to throw at you. If you can't find a computer to use I have a laptop you can borrow :) F Boston Strong how bout TIM STRONG
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