Bon souper là,
The last time I felt like I feel today I was three years out on my heart attack.
Eight years post-widow maker I’m running out of gas.
It’s time for another echocardiogram and a stress test.
I have proven to be much harder to kill me than my cardiologist had previously anticipated.
We’re going to have another go at it though.
So much is happening in the world these days it would suck big time to not get to see how everything turns out.