Dear Fellow Pilgrims. . . . . As you see I have been quite absent from The Dunes and internet in general. Not because of caring or interest: you know I LOVE you all dearly !
But, as the old Yanks have a wont to say things: "I've had the rug pulled from under me". . . Yepper. Whoooooosssshhhhh! G O N E !
Since mid-May and Finals. . .which we all passed with Flying Colors!!! ho ho ho. . . .but I was pushing with all my might. . . to keep my head "out of water". from "going under".
Somewhere between mid-May to mid-July they tell me I have suffered a SILENT HEART ATTACK. . . .and I never knew. . .why? when? how come? ETC. By mid-July I was suffering mightily with retaining fluids, swollen legs from water retention, etc. . . .Imagine! Me???? What the hell is going on.
Congestive heart failure was what was going on. . . .I finally found out when I awoke one morning around 4 am with difficulty breathing. Of course I was alone. . . . Peter was working that night. I sat and argued withmyself "Shoild I dial 911?"
Finally the good and prudent and wise part left of me dialed the 911 and the Gent who answered at 4:30. . . "Hold on, bro. . .we'll be right there. " And almost before I knew it, THEY were there. . .those wonderfully trained volu. .nteers had me on oxygen, with an IV drip, and EKG going on. . .and off we raced in The Dawn to the ER. . . .and those wonderful people too knew what to do and soon had me "doing the regular routine" with EKGs, videos, etc. etc. . .and just lay there in total awe ...... this was happening to me!!!
No angels were visible, no harps or bells. . .just quiet gentle peace and the real sense of love. . .being loved was surrounding me . . . .the healing was beginning!
HALLELUIAH!!!
Stabilzed in numbers they began to assess What had happened. . . ? Well they did a heart catherization. . . .damage to the heart, , ,one blocked place. . .plus some colateral damage to a kidney from the dyes, etc. Decision to treat this pharmceutically. . . seems to be the vehicle of most good, less damage and trauma. . . .etc.
I am "house bound" with in-house nursing care, and varied and assorted spoiling and pampering. . . .thinking of you all. . . with great affection AND LOVE !!!
Justin of the Dunes
But, as the old Yanks have a wont to say things: "I've had the rug pulled from under me". . . Yepper. Whoooooosssshhhhh! G O N E !
Since mid-May and Finals. . .which we all passed with Flying Colors!!! ho ho ho. . . .but I was pushing with all my might. . . to keep my head "out of water". from "going under".
Somewhere between mid-May to mid-July they tell me I have suffered a SILENT HEART ATTACK. . . .and I never knew. . .why? when? how come? ETC. By mid-July I was suffering mightily with retaining fluids, swollen legs from water retention, etc. . . .Imagine! Me???? What the hell is going on.
Congestive heart failure was what was going on. . . .I finally found out when I awoke one morning around 4 am with difficulty breathing. Of course I was alone. . . . Peter was working that night. I sat and argued withmyself "Shoild I dial 911?"
Finally the good and prudent and wise part left of me dialed the 911 and the Gent who answered at 4:30. . . "Hold on, bro. . .we'll be right there. " And almost before I knew it, THEY were there. . .those wonderfully trained volu. .nteers had me on oxygen, with an IV drip, and EKG going on. . .and off we raced in The Dawn to the ER. . . .and those wonderful people too knew what to do and soon had me "doing the regular routine" with EKGs, videos, etc. etc. . .and just lay there in total awe ...... this was happening to me!!!
No angels were visible, no harps or bells. . .just quiet gentle peace and the real sense of love. . .being loved was surrounding me . . . .the healing was beginning!
HALLELUIAH!!!
Stabilzed in numbers they began to assess What had happened. . . ? Well they did a heart catherization. . . .damage to the heart, , ,one blocked place. . .plus some colateral damage to a kidney from the dyes, etc. Decision to treat this pharmceutically. . . seems to be the vehicle of most good, less damage and trauma. . . .etc.
I am "house bound" with in-house nursing care, and varied and assorted spoiling and pampering. . . .thinking of you all. . . with great affection AND LOVE !!!
Justin of the Dunes
