One year ago today: January 19, 2025, silver was $31.
Five years ago today: January 19, 2021, Loretta’s a natural.
Nine years ago today: January 19, 2017, remember adultery radio?
Random years ago today: January 19, 2008, a counter-weight system.
If you are reading this, I’m likely undergoing a scan to rule out my heart (or totally blame it), which all told has behaved very will since 2010. You don’t get rid of me that easy. If all works out, I’ll leave the hospital famished and on my way to Agt. M’s place. If not, this blog #7,876 marks the end of a remarkable era of American history. To me, anyway, ha-ha. Nobody knew as we lived through it this would be the last happy generation. Even though I was relegated to the sidelines, we would never have it so good again. Complacency let the wrong people wrest control of the best nation the world has ever seen— “best” meaning provided you were born right, anyway. This was a filler video, but over 1,000 clicks means it stays.
Since the info I have for momentarily is not happy, here from the blog that dares is a photo of a rat snake skeleton. Notice how distracted that got you? Good, because within the hour things got depressingly low ebb for me. Stripped to the butt, the cheerful staff wheeled me into a theater and wired me up. I drew certain attention because I had arrived with some reading material, knowing I was in for some boring and empty stretches. It was my Arduino [textbook] determined to (if need be) memorize that chapter on shift registers.
So you get another nature park photo, the snake skin is also in the photo, around the perimeter. Bonus!
By noon, we have the test results and they are not good. Blog rules you get at least some of the details. Called a catheter scan, the plan was to go through the wrist, something new I wanted to see. But within seconds the doc told the nurse to add a sedative to my drip and said he must go through the groin. I knew right there he’d found something I would not like. It was probably valium as I drifted quickly away and stayed that way another 2-1/2 hours.
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Since I was in dreamland, I get to miss mid-day and they kept me on another two hours as the doc reviewed the findings. Alas, there is no simple solution now, I am beyond what little time there is left without drastic measures. I have a worn-out heart that needs a total rebuild. There are four small but serious blockages that cannot be repaired by stents. Kudos to the stents, they did last for 23 years. The extra wait in recovery, with my nice book, of course, was due to time needed to interpret my results. They took some kind of video over the criticalness of the situation.
I must, at my advanced age, finally get major surgery and they are determining how to proceed. You’ll be first to know, but this could bring most everything to a stop. The grim ending of today was an appointment set on Wednesday with a cardiac surgeon. I know nothing of this field and am relying totally on my ultimate insurance coverage to get me the best doctors available for this. They did mention the Bennett Center, I can hope that is the choice. They are by reputation and fact the best, higher rated than Mt. Sinai.
This picture cheered everyone up. It was 3:30PM by the time they wheeled me outside to Agt. M, who had the kids in the car who know that spells pizza. For me, that was also breakfast. Despite that nice dream-filled sleep, which included a mild anaesthetic, I was totally recovered and disobeyed the doctor’s orders. How? Well, they told me not to drive, but that was this morning. You are looking at the new club Cadillac. I never cared for Cadillac vans, and this one has ridiculous rear leg room. Unless you are carrying kids only.
This unit is an auction write-off, it was flooded by sea-water. So Agt. M picked it up for $1,450. Salt will eventually corrode it away, we ripped out the seats and the water got around that high. They are drying on the fence. Shown here, we were over in Opa-Locka getting it fired up (the battery was stone dead). A true luxury vehicle, we hung a plate on it and I followed him home, illegal but countless people do this.
It was too chilly for me, he stayed out till midnight assessing the damage. The good news is the wiring is the culprit—and guess what kind of thing the robot club is good at fixing? Yep, once that is done, this rig should last a good five or six years before giving troubles. Not bad for the price. But I still do not like it. The job of getting it here was a great example of why the club worked so well in its heyday. Agt. M is terrible at scheduling and planning, that is my department. I just arrived, so at the auction yard, it took three hours to get the thing running, a task that should have taken 45 minutes.
The delay is lack of planning. No cables, wrong wrenches, so many plastic hoods and covers. I was not much help, but once he took the battery out of the car, got the Caddy running, and put the battery back, we were home in another half hour. Hooray, robot club.
