I've been through a lot the last three
years. In addition to my husband's car
getting totaled by a truck that rammed
full speed into us while we were stopped at a stop sign, my son's Ford Explorer
spontaneously self-ignited several hours after he got out of it, burning it to
a crisp and burning the back half of his girlfriend's car and igniting a corner
of her house. Ford accepted no
responsibility. We lost my father-in-law, and several dear pets, I was
diagnosed with macular degeneration, my 24-yr old son died a violent death, our
house burned down with a beloved pet inside, and my 21 yr old son was attending
school in Bangkok when the riots broke out, spreading throughout the city toward the area of his apartment building. It seems like there was more, but geez, I can't remember
everything. I'm sure some good stuff
happened too, but like I said I can't remember everything. The cardiologists said I had a heart attack
some time in there, but I was too distraught to notice.
So heart surgery is no big deal. Just add it to all the other stuff I've
survived. If this keeps up I'll be well on my way to surviving damn near
everything. Does the Guinness Book of Records have a category for that? But once again I have to look at the big
picture, look deeper and past myself and also beyond this First World
country. Compared to those surviving
war, cancer, concentration camps, starvation ... man, I'm just a piker. From that perspective, me setting a record is
so out of the question. I'd be eliminated in the first round.
Meds: Last day for fish oil (it has a blood thinning effect)
