So, I told you it was coming, and sure enough, it did. No, I am not referring to Hurricane Irene. (Which, oddly enough, I did not predict.) I refer to my husband getting kicked out of rehab. Cardio rehab. They like to call it Graduation Day. We like to call it: all insurance will cover. …
The man has the heart of a Bison, my husband does. He did GREAT!!! (On the stress test I told you he was going to have yesterday.) He’d want you to know all the facts and figures, because he is, as we all know, the hardest working Man in Rehab. About two weeks after heart …
The hardest working man in show business. Image from here. My dear husband, The Big Bison, is one hard working man. Yet, he’s spent three mornings a week, all summer long, NOT working on his job, which is writing and producing music. Instead, he’s been working on an even more important job: driving to …
We went to see The Big Bison’s cardiologist yesterday. He told us that barring other symptoms that arise, he’ll see us in a year. And, that my dear husband was fixed. Fixed, but not cured. The Big Bison’s body makes too much cholesterol. That was what gummed up the works. So, it’s my husband’s job …
And so, dear friends who have hung in there with me on my own little Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, The Cardiac Event Edition®, I thank you. Today, I will indeed attempt to wrap up my sordid little tale, with a description of what it was like as we turned our hearts toward home. Picture from …
I have a feeling I”m going to have to explain my title to some of you younger folk, but when I thought of it this morning, I laughed out loud. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee is the title of a best-selling book about the plight of the Native American, that was written in 1970. To …
The Bison of My Heart. When Osama Bin Laden was finally taken out, they called it Operation Geronimo. So I wanted to come up with something catchy for today’s post, and “Operation Bison Heart” was the best I could do. When last I left you, I had posed the question, “How Can You Mend a …
With apologies to the Bee Gees, of course! I’ve looked back over the posts recounting my dear husband, the Big Bison’s heart attack, and I don’t want to give away how fast I am approaching senility, by telling the same stories, over and over again, so I am going to try to be careful NOT …
So, when last I left you, I was flying down the interstate at upwards of 80 mph, praying out loud, while my dear husband, the Big Bison, was riding in the ambulance that was making a path for us. We were en route to the hospital, to get the BB’s ticker checked out. If you …
I guess I’m finally ready to tell this story. I wanted to wait to see how it was going to turn out before I told it, but really, do we ever REALLY know how “it” is going to “turn out”? When a story says, “and they lived happily ever after”, c’mon. Did they, really? Well…maybe …
Aslan isn’t the only one. Or, to mix a metaphor, something I have NEVER been shy about doing, Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride Rolls On. I don’t think I’m ready to recount the whole tale yet, but I want to record it all, truly, I do, in its entirety. Suffice it to say that on Wednesday, …
My dear husband had a heart attack. I can’t even believe it as I am writing it. I’m not going to try to dress things up, or find just the right way to say it. Plain and simple, on Monday evening at dinner time, while the chicken was roasting, he told me he thought I …