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Another serious thread got me started with a reply that went on and on. Not to take over another one of life's little events on another member's health report you will find my story relocated here.
Every day is not sex and fun. There was work to be done. A family to be raised. Sickness to be cured.
For me July 7th 2015 was a good day. For Zeb Carter that date on 2017 was a bad day. This is where my comment got carried away. Good luck Zeb.
I owned pickup trucks for years. Over the internet I traded the truck I loved for a Chevy Impala for the fuel mileage and ease of getting in and out. Plans for the future.
One year before that I started planning ahead for old age. Oct 2014 I did something silly. With the help of my oldest son back in Illinois I bought a small home at the edge of town over the internet. In a way, site unseen. Yet with photos and information we soon learned more about that house and the neighbors than the Florida home we had lived in for 23 years.
I tell you this because life has many surprises. About eight years ago I had two hip replacements. It went so well with hip #1 that I was able to fast talk the surgeon into hip #2 in under two months.
After that things happened. Because of those surgeries I filled from the feet upward with fluids. Not liking doctors and not listening, the fluid built up around my lungs.etc. I had my adopted son drive me 50 miles to ICU at a leading hospital.
Over the next week things got worse. The few friends I had in Florida and our son gathered around to tell me goodbye.
As you know ICU is like a noisy cold meat locker with beepers, buzzers, blinking lites, tubes, and crap everywhere. The room became silent. It got warm. All of the lites and crap stopped working.
I felt as if I was floating. I saw a lite..................... Not the light that others mention. I saw what appeared to be a beautiful sunset. Time stood still. I heard females and males calling my name. I was told I left for awhile.
That evening was New Years Eve. As I lay there in the noise, again freezing, I heard doctors and nurses celebrating New Years. I guess they noticed me watching and appoligized for the noise and laughter. I told them I loved seeing and hearing happy people.
My wife had not left my side for days, except to pee. I remember telling her if I get outta here alive I want to take you back to the Bare All tittie bar one more time for my birthday, which was about three weeks later.
After more than a week more of tests and threats of a Pacemaker, telling me my heart is pumping like 10%, then the next day 20%, with news I'd have permanent heart damage and never fully recover.
I don't know what a healthy heart pumps. But the day I left my heart showed no heart trouble and was beating like the heart of a teen............. in and old man's body.
I did take my wife to the tittie bar on Jan 19th. I got kissed by a dozen cute naked strippers and felt almost a dozen pairs of bare titties. My heart was happy!
Things went well. We had a home back in Illinois and three adult kids and families begging us to come home. We didn't ever want to leave our little place in Florida. Nothing but a double wide on five acres in the boonies. To us it was heaven.
Because we had planned to move I didn't bother to go get a physical and renew my many prescriptions. The fluids filled my legs and lungs again. This time I was not expected to live. Yet draining the fluids and good doctors prevented heart failure again. I went home in a week.
My kids in Illinois told my wife and I "we're coming after you this week." Our home there was a mess. Filled with antiques and old cars. We had one day to put the house up for sale and hire an auctioneer to sell our crap.
We lost a fortune but in two days were in our Illinois home with family and friends nearby. We gave up a lifetime of material things. Yet we have life, friends, family, and a nice little place at the edge of town.
My wife has had short term dementia over ten years. While in Florida we both walked with a walker toward the end. Here, we don't walk fast. But we walk and my wife remembers possibly more than she did a year ago.
We both waste time on this Lit site because we have so much to share. We see our family and friends. Just Monday July 31 heart tests show I'm doing well. Recently I went thru prostate cancer radiation and won that battle.
Many people are worse off than us. Many give up. Never give up.
Every day is not sex and fun. There was work to be done. A family to be raised. Sickness to be cured.
For me July 7th 2015 was a good day. For Zeb Carter that date on 2017 was a bad day. This is where my comment got carried away. Good luck Zeb.
I owned pickup trucks for years. Over the internet I traded the truck I loved for a Chevy Impala for the fuel mileage and ease of getting in and out. Plans for the future.
One year before that I started planning ahead for old age. Oct 2014 I did something silly. With the help of my oldest son back in Illinois I bought a small home at the edge of town over the internet. In a way, site unseen. Yet with photos and information we soon learned more about that house and the neighbors than the Florida home we had lived in for 23 years.
I tell you this because life has many surprises. About eight years ago I had two hip replacements. It went so well with hip #1 that I was able to fast talk the surgeon into hip #2 in under two months.
After that things happened. Because of those surgeries I filled from the feet upward with fluids. Not liking doctors and not listening, the fluid built up around my lungs.etc. I had my adopted son drive me 50 miles to ICU at a leading hospital.
Over the next week things got worse. The few friends I had in Florida and our son gathered around to tell me goodbye.
As you know ICU is like a noisy cold meat locker with beepers, buzzers, blinking lites, tubes, and crap everywhere. The room became silent. It got warm. All of the lites and crap stopped working.
I felt as if I was floating. I saw a lite..................... Not the light that others mention. I saw what appeared to be a beautiful sunset. Time stood still. I heard females and males calling my name. I was told I left for awhile.
That evening was New Years Eve. As I lay there in the noise, again freezing, I heard doctors and nurses celebrating New Years. I guess they noticed me watching and appoligized for the noise and laughter. I told them I loved seeing and hearing happy people.
My wife had not left my side for days, except to pee. I remember telling her if I get outta here alive I want to take you back to the Bare All tittie bar one more time for my birthday, which was about three weeks later.
After more than a week more of tests and threats of a Pacemaker, telling me my heart is pumping like 10%, then the next day 20%, with news I'd have permanent heart damage and never fully recover.
I don't know what a healthy heart pumps. But the day I left my heart showed no heart trouble and was beating like the heart of a teen............. in and old man's body.
I did take my wife to the tittie bar on Jan 19th. I got kissed by a dozen cute naked strippers and felt almost a dozen pairs of bare titties. My heart was happy!
Things went well. We had a home back in Illinois and three adult kids and families begging us to come home. We didn't ever want to leave our little place in Florida. Nothing but a double wide on five acres in the boonies. To us it was heaven.
Because we had planned to move I didn't bother to go get a physical and renew my many prescriptions. The fluids filled my legs and lungs again. This time I was not expected to live. Yet draining the fluids and good doctors prevented heart failure again. I went home in a week.
My kids in Illinois told my wife and I "we're coming after you this week." Our home there was a mess. Filled with antiques and old cars. We had one day to put the house up for sale and hire an auctioneer to sell our crap.
We lost a fortune but in two days were in our Illinois home with family and friends nearby. We gave up a lifetime of material things. Yet we have life, friends, family, and a nice little place at the edge of town.
My wife has had short term dementia over ten years. While in Florida we both walked with a walker toward the end. Here, we don't walk fast. But we walk and my wife remembers possibly more than she did a year ago.
We both waste time on this Lit site because we have so much to share. We see our family and friends. Just Monday July 31 heart tests show I'm doing well. Recently I went thru prostate cancer radiation and won that battle.
Many people are worse off than us. Many give up. Never give up.
