I experienced a respiratory crisis early the morning of Monday 11-9, and was transported by ambulance to the hospital where I remained until the following Friday. I returned home that Friday feeling a hell of lot better, relatively. Thank you God.
My diagnosis is extreme congestive heart failure and COPD / Emphysema (the terms seem to be somewhat inter changeable). If I have another year or three I’m a lucky son of a bitch. Hell, if I die tomorrow I’m still a lucky son of a bitch. My family has shown me that it loves me, and that is not just the most important thing it is the ONLY thing that matters. I am like the Twins. I gave better than what I got in the regular season and made the playoffs. Even if I don’t make it past the wild card it was a good season.
No matter what I am thankful. Happy Thanksgiving from Happy.