Yesterday was a big day for me. On the 28th of Feb an idiotic clown disguised as a doctor did a half ass job on me. The next morning he called me in my room and asked me how I felt. I said "OK,all things considered". He said "Good, I'll call the nurse and order your release." I never saw him after the thingy procedure. He told my wife something about I need a bypass in my lower left leg. That was it. Off to the golf course. Oh, incidentally, the lab tests indicated my kidneys were weak and a nephrologist was supposed to come to me BEFORE I left the hospital. Thank God I have my own nephro guy. I told the nurse to send the test results to him. He knows I'm a Cat 3 kidney patient.
What really annoys me the most is that this is the same hospital that where I got screwed up a couple of years ago. Yet every time I tell them that Heparin did me in they refuse to believe me. Don't doctors read patient records? It's in their own files. If they don't believe me, shouldn't they call up the records? It seems much more productive than implying that I am a moron.
That was the small shit. The big news is:
Yesterday, 1 March 2011, was the 40th anniversary of my marriage to the most wonderful woman on earth. This poor girl has put up with more shit in her life by being married to me than anyone should. 39 years ago I was an out of control guy with a corvette, a gun and a bad adrenaline problem. My favorite hat was a blood covered cigar store Indian hat and my favorite activity was driving thru the desert at 100mph shooting at whatever moved, simultaneously. Mom had to put up with that kind of thing for years. When I wasn't driving her crazy it's because the Army separated us. She was constantly being abandoned to cope with 3 kids by herself. This woman was and still is the perfect wife. And what is even more amazing is she loves me.
