Today is the seventy-first anniversary of Davemas, aka my birthday.
The lead-up to it has been inauspicious to say the least, as I spent Tue/Wed/Thu of this past week in the hospital (leave out the ‘the’ if you’re from the UK).
As Stephen had the flu, he insisted that I go to a nearby walk-in clinic to get swabbed. While there, we discovered that my heart was racing at double the normal rate, and the doctor insisted that I go to the ER, which I did.
With no symptoms that I was aware of, we discovered I have AFib. Wish me well. (I insist.)
My only relief during my hospital stay was my day nurse, ‘a well-made youth’, as sweet and charming as could be — made all the more charming by (though he tried) an almost complete inability to make smalltalk.
How prescient my previous post;-)
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January 20, 2018 at 3:20 pm
larrymuffin
Happy Birthday to You, Wishing you 10,000 more!!! You have attained the age of Wisdom and now sit with all the great philosophers of ages past. Just don’t drink the Hemlock yet. That is what happened to Socrates for speaking with the sweet and charming well made youth who could not make small talk.
January 20, 2018 at 11:29 pm
Willym
Firstly happy birthday – 71 is not a bad age… I’ve been that old for a month now and frankly it feels just like 70. Secondly sorry to hear about the heart troubles hope they are able to do right by you and the ticker. Thirdly when you are sweet and charming and “well made” you don’t have to make small talk.
Please take care.
January 20, 2018 at 11:41 pm
Urspo
Many many happy returns! May this next year be your best one yet !!!