Got a call from Mom yesterday right at quitting time telling me that Uncle Ed (Pop's baby brother) was having emergency heart surgery today. I guess he was supposed to have a stent put in but when he saw his doc for the pre-op, he was told that they had just upped the ante and hospitalized him immediately.
I took the day off today to do the waiting game with the family at the hospital - my favorite thing to do, sitting in a little cold-ass waiting room with a bunch of motherfuckers that don't like me any more than I like them.
But Ed had his bypass and came through just fine. And nobody shot anybody in the waiting room.
I got up this morning and got to thinking that Pops had a quadruple bypass a couple of years back when he was 67 and Ed's having the same thing done at 60. It appears that heart disease runs in the family, wouldn't you think?
What the fuck am I going to do?
I'll tell you what I did. I fried up a pound of bacon, a couple of eggs in bacon grease, fried some potatoes and had me a hell of a breakfast. Then I tucked a chew in and went to the cardiac ward.
Can't scare me, motherfuckers.