I made this photo five years ago. At that time I had no heart problems that I knew of, at least. Come forward five years, I have five cardiologist; had a triple bypass eighteen months ago and two stents twelve months ago. Yet the problem keep on keeping on.
Ever since my bypass surgery, I have been plagued with severe (is there any other kind) angina. The stents were to stop that, they didn’t. In the past year I have had four heart caths searching for the problem. Until the one this last Thursday, they all showed nothing that the eyes looking could see. This last set of eyes were keener and looked in the right spot and found an 100% occlusion in a small branch off the RCA (Right Coronary Artery).
The only problem was that the hospital in which we were at did not have the correct tools to allow him access blockage. He was as frustrated as me and Susan.
So now we wait over the three day weekend to hear from another cardio surgeon and to get scheduled at the right hospital to have my pump a pumping correctly. In the meantime I rest close to my nitro and watch the clock tick…. Peace out…jw
“Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.”
– Marc Riboud
I don’t know what age this truck is, but I am pretty sure that I am older. In the span of seeing this old truck and in the short time walking towards it, I saw more than a couple of men with their wives stop as they passed by this classic. You could see the awe and pull of the truck through through the pauses and attention to some details that they would share with their disinterested partner.
Men love to look at old trucks. I don’t quite follow the appeal. Yet, while saying that, I had an old 56 chevy truck that I bought and worked on. While it was nice to have, it was a lot of work to keep it on the road and looking good. It was a head-turner and for that same man logic, I loved having what other men wanted.
So the question I have is at what point to men become classics themselves? We share a lot of the same high maintenance. We require a lot of upkeep. Parts are always breaking, rusting and falling into disrepair. Somewhere along our timeline, we have to put in the same efforts into ourselves in order to become a classic. Or we might as well be rusting away on cinderblocks in a field awaiting someone to come bye and take pause, give a low whistle and say “I can fix this thing up!”
Take care of yourself. Become a classic! en theos ††† jim
An image from my last good day.
I came down with a cough the day after this photo of me and my granddaughter as we walked about a park in Houston. The next day I got a cough. I hacked, spit, laid in bed and O.T.C.ed November away.
Now, six week later and half-way through the last month of the year, 10 days before Christmas, I am at long last turning the corner and beginning to feel better. The antibiotics are working. The pneumonia is clearing, my coughing is almost over. During this time my arthritis has grown so severe that the act of walking is a real pain.
My faith has been severely shaken, my body weakened and my spirit and stamina are nil. I have no energy or drive to pick up a camera. I sadly watch my wife walk my two dogs as I don’t have the energy to tag along. I wonder if and when I will ever be able to return to “normal”. In a couple of words: life sucks. Growing old ain’t for sissies and I am a sissy for sure.
Enjoy what you got………..jim
Did you eat your greens today ?
When I first saw this jackrabbit, I thought it was a small deer. He was 2 1/2 feet tall not counting the ears. He would stretch himself up on his hind legs and pull off a stick of greens and munch away