Wednesday, July 20, 2005

So what the heck is this all about..........

We recently had a baptism for our youngest grandchild in Chicago, little Petey. Everything was going well, the ceremony was beautiful, all our kids were able to be there, from St. Louis, and LA and Chicago, and a lot of other family and friends. So what do I do?.....I start to get flippy and my heart rate goes up and I feel like I'm going to pass out. Lots a fun, I am.....
So long story short, I miss the whole after party, and end up going to the ER. Everything checks out ok, except I have an elevated pulse, and what does that mean....So back home for some tests and an "Event recorder" for two days....and a thalium test for heart function....
This bites, to use the current slang.
It may be high bp, or anxiety, may be something to do with dehydration, or the sun, or maybe aliens have overtaken my body....I don't know.
Hopefully soon to find out.
Is there anything more boring than listening to someone talk about their medical condition......
Sorry....

Friday, July 08, 2005

DUCK AND COVER

AS A KID GROWING UP IN THE 50'S AND 60'S, THE FEAR WE HAD WAS THAT THE RUSSIANS WOULD BOMB US. I RECALL THE SIGHT OF GIANT MISSLES RISING UP ON THEIR DERRICKS, READY TO HURTLE DEATH OUR WAY.
OF COURSE, WE WERE GOING TO BE OK, ESPECIALLY IF AN ATTACK OCCURRED DURING SCHOOL HOURS, BECAUSE ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS PUT OUR HEADS UNDER OUR DESKS.
IN RETROSPECT, THIS TECHNIQUE WAS AKIN TO PUTTING OUR HEADS IN THE SAND.
WHAT WE REALLY WERE DOING IS GETTING OUR SELVES IN POSITION TO KISSING OUR $%##@ GOODBYE.
TODAYS THREATS ARE MORE REAL, WITH A GREATER PROBABILITY OF HAPPENING, BUT WITH FAR LESS POTENTIAL EFFECT. BUT THEN, IF SOME CRAZY DUDE GETS THE IDEA TO BLOW UP A DIRTY BOMB AT A BALL GAME......
AH...LIFE.