I luv this heart cloud!
Li'l bit tense 'round heah --on Friday Uncle had hisself a spell--uh-huh...I think we shoulda called 911, but the ornery ole coot woan have that, so he called the cardiologist folks who said, "Come right over."
We did.
They took Uncle off to do the usual thang fer a fella wif' A-fib, but it seems that warn't the issue--thar's a new issue an' the doc were clear: "I'll see you at the hospital Wednesday to put in this ticker tickler, and, absolutely do not drive in the meanwhile, or anything else strenuous or requiring full faculties."
Barely out the door Uncle avowed, "I ain't no invalid, I feel fine and I'se going to the huntin' camp--you can drive me."
When pigs fly through a snow storm in the Sahara.
So he called up a friend who picked him up an' off the ole fool went.
He's home now--sick as a dawg wif' a bad cold (serves him right!) but, it may mean they put off the Wednesday procedure. (The doc woulda done it FRIDAY 'cept Uncle takes a med that he has to be off fer a few days a'fore they unzip ya' anywhere.)
I am madder than a wet hen, as ya' can well tell. The man is the stubbornest creature on this planet . How did I hitch mahself to this 'un?
Here's an older Uncle post--a placeholder til' further notice--I will try to git around to peek at yore blogs. Hold the fort!
