Well, I think enough time has passed from that delightful, uplifting post to tell about my next hospital adventure.
I was attending physiotherapy and being put through my paces by a female nurse who I'm sure was an ex soviet shot putter or weight lifting champion. It looked like someone shaved a bad tempered gorilla and slapped some lipstick on it.
Anyway, I started getting pains in my chest. I put it down to exertion and the after effects of the injuries but they had other ideas and took me back into hospital for an angiogram and told me I had blockages in 2 coronary arteries. One 90% blocked and one 40% and had to insert a stent.
I was like, seriously!! Are you s£itting me ?![]()
Me too.Welcome to the club! I got mine about 5 years ago.
I used to do that but I got fired after an honest mistake.I can think of worse....
like being a fluffer for the Wild Tiger artificial insemination program.
I used to do that but I got fired after an honest mistake.
When they told me to inseminate the tiger I thought they meant personally![]()
Hell naw !So Kev, I take it you're fully retired now? Able to finally rest those bones and enjoy life?
How about a bong and some socks? It has been nine years for me!But seriously, I'm not ready for a pipe and slippers just yet.
Moving someplace in Europe?Hell naw !
I've got ideas for new and exciting ways to meet my maker
But seriously, I'm not ready for a pipe and slippers just yet. I'll probably take something on just until Der Fuhrer retires. A lot of our retirement plan is also based on whatever compensation payout I get. She is also adamant we are leaving the UK
As ridiculous as it might sound, it was a great job. Lots of time off between trips, relatively well paid and never boring. I'm not being macho and this isn't a bravado thing but I was completely comfortable in that environment,carrying out those jobs. In fact, the thought of working a 9 till 5 stuck in front of a computer in some office scared the bejesus out of me more than that job ever did.Im speachless about what your job enthralled. No Way in hell id do that.Wow
The wife is keen on Portugal. It's early days and nothing has been agreed yet but the retired couple next door have an apartment in Florida that they spend half the year in, in 3 month blocks. A place called Sarasota. My wife was speaking to them about it and this seems to have planted a seed of an idea. So her current plan is buying somewhere in Portugal and an apartment in Florida and splitting our time between the 2Moving someplace in Europe?
Did they go in through the wrist then put the inflatable cuff thing on the incision ?Welcome to the club! I got mine about 5 years ago.
I hate edges.I am positively terrified of heights. I can't even get on top of my roof without a severe vertigo attack. I can fly without any problem at all. As long as there is something between me and that long drop I'm o.k. One year when we were in Colorado my wife wanted to go up in a hot air balloon. I told her that if I got in that thing I would be curled up on the floor whimpering and sucking my thumb.
Did they go in through the wrist then put the inflatable cuff thing on the incision ?
That thing was torture