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lilredjammies said:
But outside of custody battles, have at it.
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But outside of custody battles, have at it.
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sigh.
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Of all the woman in the world I could crush on, why did my heart have to pick her?
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McKenna said:Because God (or Someone) has a wicked sense of humor.
I ain't laughing.
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Getting caught- or, something funny that happened on the way ...
Getting Caught
(or, something funny that happened on the way to my heart attack)
No, I'm not talking about getting caught cheating here, or in a display of public indecency. These transgressions? Mere blemishes on the record compared to the deep embarrassment of getting caught with your pants down over underwear. Trust me. Don't let this happen to you.
It was 11:30pm that Thursday. I was finishing my last smoke for the evening, having just sent off the last email of the day for work. This had been the third 16+ hour day this week, the tail end of what had been months of near perpetual 80+ hour weeks immersed in cleaning up the mess at the company I joined recently. The lack of sleep had finally hit. I began to feel shaky. I broke into a cold sweat, in a flash dripping from head to toe. And like the deep stress of work I felt this pressure come to my sternum, a sensation I hadn't previously experienced.
Fortunately, very fortunately, I decided I shouldn't just "ride it out." It was the pressure on my sternum that concerned me. Not a pain, just an unsettling pressure. I threw on some clothes and in no time my wife was driving me to the hospital - just in case. This whole thing could just be that I'm way overtired and that my back is "out." There was this strange silence between us as she drove. Thankfully, it's not more than a 15 minute trip to the hospital.
She dropped me at the curb at the ER entrance, stressing that I should not downplay the possibility of a heart attack, to be sure they were checking me out right away.
Within minutes I was sitting up on a gurney in the ER, surrounded by people and equipment, at the center of a flurry of precision. One nurse pulling off my boots while another helps remove my shirt. I see my wife standing behind them looking on, looking worried, looking very worried, much more so than I feel. In a choreographed sequence blood is drawn, an IV is started then injected with a sequence of drugs, an X-ray is taken, the sticky electrodes are pressed on my torso and in no time the EKG is broadcasting my heart beat in it's eerie tones.
The lead doctor approaches me. "Do you smoke, Mr. ---?"
"Yes," I reply.
"Not any more," he affirms. His words strike deep. I know what he's about to say, and it's chilling. "You're having a heart attack, sir. You're lucky to have gotten here so quickly. And you're lucky that our lead cardiologist is here already. He's prepping the team for you right now in the cardiac catheterization Lab."
I look up at my wife, standing behind the row of nurses at my feet. Poor dear, she looks stunned. I give her the "thumbs" up and she lets out a little smile.
And then, in a flash moment of awkwardness ... two nurses spread open a hospital gown and bring it toward me and I hear the doctor say, "you'll have to loose your pants and underpants now."
Oops! As usual, unless I'm at the office, I'm not wearing underpants. The two nurses at my feet step forward, bringing their hands to mine to help as I unfasten my belt. "I got dressed in such a hurry," I offer, "I didn't put on underwear," hoping to soften the eminent surprise as I fumble with the front on my jeans.
My wife, in a moment of compassion, starts chuckling, "Oh, don't let him fool you, he never wears underwear."
With that, as I start pulling down my jeans, everyone is now looking at me in anticipation of the unveiling. One of the nurses lets loose, "Ohhhhh. Going commando."
There's a roar of laugher. A great antidote to the tension of the moment. I know I'm going to be okay. And my wife, now looking at me with such deep relief in her eyes ... boy does she have it coming!
Epilogue: Within 15 minutes a stent was in place, returning the flow of blood to the back side of my heart. Lapse time, less than one hour from the onset of symptoms. The following morning the cardiologist stopped in to check on me, letting me know I was looking at bypass surgery a month or so out, but with my heart otherwise so strong, with my being otherwise so healthy, that I should look forward to feeling even better, having more endurance than I had before my heart attack. And I was already feeling quite energetic and young at heart. Quite fit even for someone half my age. Yes, I'm lucky. And that rascal-of-a-wife of mine? Well, let's just say it was just a few days later I was at home giving her the "licking" she deserved. And she thoroughly appreciated it.
Sky
Getting Caught
(or, something funny that happened on the way to my heart attack)
No, I'm not talking about getting caught cheating here, or in a display of public indecency. These transgressions? Mere blemishes on the record compared to the deep embarrassment of getting caught with your pants down over underwear. Trust me. Don't let this happen to you.
It was 11:30pm that Thursday. I was finishing my last smoke for the evening, having just sent off the last email of the day for work. This had been the third 16+ hour day this week, the tail end of what had been months of near perpetual 80+ hour weeks immersed in cleaning up the mess at the company I joined recently. The lack of sleep had finally hit. I began to feel shaky. I broke into a cold sweat, in a flash dripping from head to toe. And like the deep stress of work I felt this pressure come to my sternum, a sensation I hadn't previously experienced.
Fortunately, very fortunately, I decided I shouldn't just "ride it out." It was the pressure on my sternum that concerned me. Not a pain, just an unsettling pressure. I threw on some clothes and in no time my wife was driving me to the hospital - just in case. This whole thing could just be that I'm way overtired and that my back is "out." There was this strange silence between us as she drove. Thankfully, it's not more than a 15 minute trip to the hospital.
She dropped me at the curb at the ER entrance, stressing that I should not downplay the possibility of a heart attack, to be sure they were checking me out right away.
Within minutes I was sitting up on a gurney in the ER, surrounded by people and equipment, at the center of a flurry of precision. One nurse pulling off my boots while another helps remove my shirt. I see my wife standing behind them looking on, looking worried, looking very worried, much more so than I feel. In a choreographed sequence blood is drawn, an IV is started then injected with a sequence of drugs, an X-ray is taken, the sticky electrodes are pressed on my torso and in no time the EKG is broadcasting my heart beat in it's eerie tones.
The lead doctor approaches me. "Do you smoke, Mr. ---?"
"Yes," I reply.
"Not any more," he affirms. His words strike deep. I know what he's about to say, and it's chilling. "You're having a heart attack, sir. You're lucky to have gotten here so quickly. And you're lucky that our lead cardiologist is here already. He's prepping the team for you right now in the cardiac catheterization Lab."
I look up at my wife, standing behind the row of nurses at my feet. Poor dear, she looks stunned. I give her the "thumbs" up and she lets out a little smile.
And then, in a flash moment of awkwardness ... two nurses spread open a hospital gown and bring it toward me and I hear the doctor say, "you'll have to loose your pants and underpants now."
Oops! As usual, unless I'm at the office, I'm not wearing underpants. The two nurses at my feet step forward, bringing their hands to mine to help as I unfasten my belt. "I got dressed in such a hurry," I offer, "I didn't put on underwear," hoping to soften the eminent surprise as I fumble with the front on my jeans.
My wife, in a moment of compassion, starts chuckling, "Oh, don't let him fool you, he never wears underwear."
With that, as I start pulling down my jeans, everyone is now looking at me in anticipation of the unveiling. One of the nurses lets loose, "Ohhhhh. Going commando."
There's a roar of laugher. A great antidote to the tension of the moment. I know I'm going to be okay. And my wife, now looking at me with such deep relief in her eyes ... boy does she have it coming!
Epilogue: Within 15 minutes a stent was in place, returning the flow of blood to the back side of my heart. Lapse time, less than one hour from the onset of symptoms. The following morning the cardiologist stopped in to check on me, letting me know I was looking at bypass surgery a month or so out, but with my heart otherwise so strong, with my being otherwise so healthy, that I should look forward to feeling even better, having more endurance than I had before my heart attack. And I was already feeling quite energetic and young at heart. Quite fit even for someone half my age. Yes, I'm lucky. And that rascal-of-a-wife of mine? Well, let's just say it was just a few days later I was at home giving her the "licking" she deserved. And she thoroughly appreciated it.
Sky
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*blurt*
He's your fucking boyfriend already! Just admit it!
He's your fucking boyfriend already! Just admit it!
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Don't you be telling everybody me and Leonardo's bidness, bitch.carsonshepherd said:*blurt*
He's your fucking boyfriend already! Just admit it!
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OhMissScarlett said:Don't you be telling everybody me and Leonardo's bidness, bitch.
Whatever. Is it sad that I'm more interested in looking at a cookbook than a sex toy catalog?
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carsonshepherd said:
Nahhh.
You need to eat.
OhMissScarlett
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No. I mean, those kitchen utensils can be useful elsewhere in the house.carsonshepherd said:
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I started to draw again.
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Just a few stupid doodles but its a start.Blackie Malone said:I started to draw again.
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jgywnn said:
The Question is basically "How long will it take for my story to post?"
Can be asked many ways, and it was once pretty much a given that once asked, Mathgirl was liable to answer it...
But don't worry about my reference zooming by you...it is very much an oldtimer thing...many of the people "established" in the AH were not around at the time. There are maybe a dozen or so regulars that would have the response I just did....
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*cough*Belegon said:
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*sigh* Time to get busy. Back later, pervs. 
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I'm taking 'busy' in a totally different text.impressive said:*sigh* Time to get busy. Back later, pervs.
Added: Ha...stupid mouse, thought you could keep running around tormenting me huh? Well I see you've met my sticky friend ....Mr. Gluetrap!!!
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It'll be up by Friday.Belegon said:
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