Somewhere out on Lake Michigan while puking my guts up in a bucket, I developed AFIB. Now, my MD tells me that this is something I was already predisposed to, and that it’s not that i did anything to cause it, though it may have been triggered by the stress of 6 hours of wanting desperately to DIE.

Anyway, he’s put me on blood thinners and some kind of $400-a-month medication to get my ticker ticking. I hope it works. The alternative is to pe put under and then zapped. Actually, I would almost like to be zapped while awake but he said that’s not fun. I am the only member of my lineage never to have been struck by lighting.

The blackirish girl doing the EKG had a lovely accent, and I told her her job was like sex in the male mind. A lot of preparation, for 90 seconds of actual “Event”. Then the girl gets to clean up the mess while the man dresses and leaves. SHe laughed util she peed herself a little.