Drank too much coffee yesterday. After just two hours of sleep don’t expect coherence from me today. Not that you ever do. Found, scrubbed and reactivated old espresso machine on the weekend, you see. And visited friends, who brewed coffee strongly. They have a nice, new white dog which I manhandled. “Hey, ya giant white fucker c’mere” and all that. I miss having dogs around, but our yard’s too small for a dog. Accidentally inactivated my Nanowrimo account this morning. Family’s all doing fine, except favorite uncle had a massive heart attack and we’re all keeping our fingers crossed. Lots of overseas calls going on in that connection right now. Lots of anecdotes. He’s eighty-something, they jump-started his heart one dozen times after he had the attack, he was in bed sedated, and the nurses caught him trying to get out of bed yesterday.
My mom thinks he wanted to go wash windows. He never retired, you see, and still works as a window-washer.
*crossing fingers here too mig* wishing you all the best.
How do you get tough old guys like that to slow down? They won’t accept anything less than full-throttle on the gas and ‘getouttamywayyouslacker’.
My stepdad is the same way at 75- but after two bypass surgeries and some creeping Parkinson’s Disease, he’s slightly depressed over the prospect of ‘wanting to but not being able to’…
You have to respect a fighter.
A doctor said it happens about once in 15 years that someone with a heart attack of the severity of his makes it to a hospital bed. The restarted his heart 12 times. He’s been out so far, of course, but I just heard that he woke up a little and the nurse asked him his name and he got it right, doing good in the toe-wiggling department as well. A doctor said if he survives this, he’ll be at about 50% strength-wise, which in his case means he’ll have to scale back and act like a normal mortal.