Step by step, almost tip-towing at times, I move closer to my game. Glitch, switch, fitch, hey Mitch, how's Yasmin B---h! Yeah whatever. BP is down, no scripts, clean system, get the hernia fixed, then get a new apartment, start Project X, add fresh air and voila! New Man. Saw the Cardiologist today following an echocardiogram, (with a tall, beautiful attractive blue-eyed blond with perfect teeth, insisting on leaning against me while she wrapped her arm around my side as she performed her test) following an apparent abborant CKG where the "Reader" insisted I had a heart attack. (Too much coffee!)
Oh ye of little faith! The Cardiologist denied the report after his own checks today. No heart attack, no abboration, just a muscular heart. Yeah, no shit, only lifted heavy weights for 39 years! Just the hurdle of the stress test next week to be sure, surgery a week after, then the slow process of moving forward. Don't mind at all. It's what I do.
Oh ye of little faith! The Cardiologist denied the report after his own checks today. No heart attack, no abboration, just a muscular heart. Yeah, no shit, only lifted heavy weights for 39 years! Just the hurdle of the stress test next week to be sure, surgery a week after, then the slow process of moving forward. Don't mind at all. It's what I do.
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