Only a mere seven days separates me from the beginning of my life as a premier tri-athlete. In preparation I met with the always awesome Dr. Rosenbaum today. Had a last Echo-cardiogram and, unfortunately, a Holter Monitor for tonight.
But there is good news. I found out the enormous Coffee/Espresso/Cappuccino maker is here and I’ll be picking it up tomorrow after I drop off the monitor at the hospital. Due to time constraints I can’t just drop it in the mail. With out getting to gory details, I’m glad I “Carelled” before heading up or I would be steaming mad right now. Instead I’ll be steaming milk tomorrow.
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There has been a flurry of entries in the Insult Contest, which has morphed slightly. Whereas it once was best insult, I have decided I will also honor other Bovine-esque quips.
Therefore, submitted for your approval.
- Laura G. wondered aloud if I “would be able to herd myself” after the procedure. Laura also, (perhaps contrite for the cruelty of her remark) submitted this swell poem
Traveler Bill, his heart was broken,
So Bessy would give him a love
token.To the slaughter house she trot
To give all the heart valve she got.Good damn, when Bill woke-
He was a better bloke!Part man, part cow-
He became a believer of the Heifer Tao.
Only a few days left to give me your best/worst entries. Thus far three people have secured themselves prizes in the contest.
There will be one last update before I go in, sometime between the Pre-op tests and the ride uptown.
Bill