I'm seriously flattered that anybody would go to the trouble of looking up my crusty old butt... I'm alive and more or less well-- I got a bad flu bug a few years back, it got into my heart, came down with viral cardiomyopathy that led to congestive heart failure... been maintaining it with meds, but it recently got to the point where they're gonna implant a biventricular pacemaker right after the first of the year... I'm actually looking forward to it, CHF makes you shortwinded and tired all the freakin' time, and I'm ready to get some of my old energy back...
Then the end of last October-- you guys are gonna shake your head at this one-- I slipped in a pool of oil in the parking lot of the hotel I'm working at part time in my semi-retirement, and smashed my left kneecap, breaking the hell out of my femur in the process... the docs said I needed a plate in my leg, and scheduled me for surgery the following Monday... sent me home on crutches, loaded up on Vicodin, leading me to fall the next morning on the way to the bathroom... threw my left arm out to make sure I didn't fall on my left side, and broke my arm right behind my wrist... now I'm looking at two surgeries... seriously, have any of you EVER heard of anybody breaking two different bones, on consecutive days??
So after surgery, it was 20 days in a rehab center (what a freakin' nightmare that place was), and a total of 11 weeks off of work... I'm as healed now as I'm ever gonna get, but I'm not much more than 90 per cent of what I was before all this... ah well, getting old sucks, but it beats the hell out of the alternative... you've just gotta roll with the punches...
I don't post as much anywhere these days, maybe if the pacemaker gets me a little more energy I'll get back in the swing of things... I still live and breathe the draft, though...