Turning Forty-Seven
As most of you know I turned forty-seven on the 19th, couple of days ago. Mostly insignificant as a number or an age, not like 5,16,21,40 or 62. But to me it had a lot of meaning.
Now that I've attained Forty-seven, I am one year,(at least in number), than my father was when he died. I know what your thinking, I almost died as a kid, at 25,(another insignifcant number), heart attack, 43 quad bypass surgery, and then there would be te last week in July this year when I dropped in front of the Doc in the emergency room, requiring two stints and a ballon so I could not only survive but make the Star trek convention in Vegas, six days later.
Which by the way I had a great time, got to make new friends, hang out with my Mom and Step-Dad. ( I have always disliked the frase step). The only drawback I did not have the time or stamina by the end of any given day to seek out any of my good friends John, Dale and Terry. I owe them.
Yes I went running around at a convention after a heart intervention, get over it. I was at a Nascar race with John all weekend right before my bypass. Live a little people.
Now what was I saying, awe yes Forty-seven. Unfortunately my family has along history of heart disease, so to get to the short of it. This was and is a big milestone for me, and I'm looking forward to the next Birthday. Yes - I get one every year. Just like you.
For family and friends, I am doing well, taking my meds like I'm supposed to, eating well, no alcohol, losing weight, seeing the Doctors. Shit living this long hasn't turned out to be much fun. But I guess I'll be around to long enough to do more running around. And thats all the fun I need.
In the words of Mickey Mantle,"I'd taken better care of myself , if I'd known I was going to live so long"
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