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It was less fun than I was hoping for, but I went home on day three after the surgery and healed astonishingly fast.
I drove to my 4-week checkup in strict contradiction to the doc's orders. When I got there, he had a string of residents with him to learn from the master. He said, "How'd you get here?" I said, "Drove." He said, I told you no driving, no lifting and no love." I said, "Three out of three..."
200 Proof MoreMy math skills aren't what they used to be, but there was a post a few miles up that said they made punch with grain alcohol that was diluted to a...
He didn't think it was funny. The residents were smirking.
Later he said, "You look good. Well-healed. You can pretty much resume normal life."
I said, Does that mean drinking, smoking and the thing I like to do with the livestock..."
Not even a tiny smile, but a couple of the residents excused themselves and I could hear them howling out in the hall.
My cholesterol at its highest was 160. Now 105. Trigs wonderful. Heart rate grand. Respiration rate, splendid. HDL/LDL ratio textbook. And I'll get little twinges for the rest of my life. But it's way better than the most obvious alternative.
It's so bizarre. My numbers were magnificent while I was having a heart attack. I should have been in the Olympics instead of that hospital bed. We finally came to the conclusion that I chose my parents unwisely.
So it goes...
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