by Aaron » Mon 14 Jul 2008, 12:24:18
Been waiting to use that old Monty Python joke for decades.
I was teaching a computer class last week in Atlanta when I suddenly began to feel pretty bad. I had run out of a prescription days before and foolishly waited till it was convenient to go get more.
As some of you will recall I have a pre-existing heart condition, caused by my genetic legacy of small arteries, and my less than spectacular life style. (Which I struggle to modify on a daily basis).
So I sent the class to their lab work and bolted to the local drug store to renew my missing pharmaceutical, and promptly got lost. As I'm navigating my way through the confusing warren that is urban Atlanta, it became pretty clear to me that I was having yet another heart attack.
As the pain began to grip me in earnest, I looked up to see a sign labeled "emergency room" to my right. I turned into the emergency entrance of what I assumed was a hospital. Sure enough it was a hospital, so I parked behind the ambulance, and walked inside to seek some help.
20 minutes later I was lying on a bed in this emergency room, dead as disco; heart stopped, and well on my way to solving mankind's oldest mystery.
Next thing I know, I'm feeling annoyed as I'm waking up to find myself in the middle of heart surgery.
They had shocked me back into the world of the living, then proceeded to repair the blocked artery (which I later learned is named the "widow maker"), & 4 days later returned to my home in Houston.
I'm deeply grateful to the expert staff at what turned out to be Georgia's premier cardiac care facility, visited by thousands of folks from around the world for heart care. Seems I had "accidentally" stumbled into the one place within a thousand miles which was capable of helping me.
I have said so many times on this forum, and I can't resist repeating my familiar mantra...
Funny ole' world ain't it?
As you can imagine I'm still digesting this recent, unlikely turn of events, and don't really have "conclusion" so far. But I can't help but feel just the smallest bit of hope for our hydrocarbon challenged world as I contemplate my almost demise.
As Monte says... even a blind squirrel finds a nut now & then.
I guess the old saying is true...
Better to be lucky... than smart.
I stand before you humbled...
Your dog wants another chance.
The problem is, of course, that not only is economics bankrupt, but it has always been nothing more than politics in disguise... economics is a form of brain damage.
Hazel Henderson