I planned to have a little celebration on Nov 7th, nothing fancy, maybe a little sipping whiskey. However Oct 27th I was sicker than I've ever been in my life and my legs started to swell and hurt like hell. I fought my way through that but by Nov 4th the legs were really getting sore. My sister, a recently retired nurse, took one look and dragged my sorry *** over to the hospital. The docs suggested my legs were septic and the poison was what made me so sick Oct 27th. Then they dropped the bomb, apparently I had a heart attack and was showing signs of having a second one. Since Nov 4th time seems to be running in circles and life has been pills, IV's and multiple trips around the hospital for ultrasound of the heart, liver and legs, chest x-rays and electronic scans. This hospital is about 10 min from home so very handy. It's only about 6 years old and still expanding. At a cost of 5.5 billion it's a really neat place.
Anyhow, Thur Nov 14 they let me go home to full service home nursing care. Both legs are dressed and wrapped and I have a little pump in a bag to carry around. It's still pumping me full of antibiotics for the legs.
I guess my life for the next while will be controlled by an army of doctors.
So to the Fury, Happy F'n Birthday, sorry I couldn't be there! Save the whiskey, I'll be back!