I know you will all bear with me as I dawdle over your writings, visit new “followers” (I’m not Jim Jones and I hate Kool-Aid), and track down some folks who left really nice comments during my hospital incarceration.
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There was a consulting cardiologist on my case and he came into my cell to consultate.
“Gee, you’re popular today,” he said, noting that a nurse and a nurse’s assistant were in my dungeon.
“It’s this cheap suit Moe sold me,” I told him, referring to the backless hospital “johnnie” somewhat draped over me, “and these are my tailors, Larry and Curly.”
That was good for a guffaw and some general Stooge talk, but I never did find out how my heart was doing. (With hindsight, I guess it was okay.)
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I remember a little old lady nurse named Mary telling me in 2007, “Anyone who thinks they’re going to get some rest in a hospital is a lunatic.”
Imagine my surprise, then, when I actually read, and finished, a book on my Kindle. Actually, it was a re-read from a couple months ago because I was craving some laughs.
The book is the non-fiction bestseller, Sh*t My Dad Says, by Justin Halpern. In this scene, Justin asks for a loan, but his dad decides it should be a part of his son's inheritance:
“I figure, what’s the fucking point in dying and leaving you money when you probably won’t need it? Might as well give it to you now when you need the help. Plus, I plan on blowing most of it on stupid shit when I get senile,” he explained.
This is a great little book that grew out of Halpern’s Twitter posts, but if you dislike heavy profanity I suggest you take a pass on it.
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Because of the Unfortunate Series of Event (singular) of June 14, I never acknowledged the comments made on The Alcoholic. More than half of them were from TechnoBabe’s friends and followers, but unknown bloggers to me.
Unknown in name, that is, but not in openness, honesty, and spirit. Many of you were quite frank about your lives, your struggles with addiction, and some, your recoveries. I know there are a lot of addiction/recovery blogs “out there,” but I have more to add to a subject that will always have more questions than answers.
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|Guess who was sleeping in my bed when I wasn't? That's "Irish" in the back and "Molly" in front. (Click to enlarge.)|