gblowfish
02-12-2010, 02:05 PM
I've had some distraction this week. There's a bunch of friends of mine, and every year in October we go to the Lake of the Ozarks for what we call "The WMD: Weekend of Mass Destruction." We've been doing it for about 10 years now.
Superbowl Sunday, my pal (we'll call him "Fred") and his wife was watching the game at Mr. Doggity's house. They had chili and beers and watched the game with their wives and kids scurrying around.
Monday night Fred had a heart attack that almost killed him. His wife did CPR on him frantically till the paramedics arrived. He's been in ICU since Monday, and just woke up and realized where he was this afternoon. It was touch and go for several days, and he's still not out of the woods, but he's stable now.
My friend Mr. Doggity happens to work at the same hospital where Fred is in ICU now. Got this email from Mr. Doggity about getting to talk to Fred after he came out of the fog from all the drugs and stuff. Here's the e-mail:
Well, he's back!
He's still groggy as hell, and his short-term memory is fuzzy, but then he's had enough Versed pumped through him to keep him high for a week. He asked me where he was, and what happened. I told him his heart stopped Monday night, and (wife) did CPR and the paramedics shocked him and brought him to the hospital. His reply was, "My wife saved my life?" and I said, yes. He said, "Sh*t! Now I owe her!" And then he laughed and said, "I love my wife, you know that." And I said, yeah.
I said, your nurse gave you a sponge bath this morning and you slept through it. He said, "Get her back in here, I need another one."
I said, what day is it, do you know? He said, "I figure it's Tuesday night." I told him it was Friday, and he said, "I've pissed off a whole week? Did anyone call my work?" I told him that everyone knew what was going on.
I said, can I get you anything? He said, "A beer would be nice." I laughed and said it was good to have him back.
As I was leaving the room, he said, "Your f*ing chili did this!" and he laughed.
(end of email)
Anyway, I hope Fred will make a full recovery. He's a stellar guy, and the world is a better place with him in it. I'm sure his wife will be extra thankful this Valentine's Day to have him around.
And thanks to CPR training for the shoestring catch. It does save lives, no doubt about it.
Superbowl Sunday, my pal (we'll call him "Fred") and his wife was watching the game at Mr. Doggity's house. They had chili and beers and watched the game with their wives and kids scurrying around.
Monday night Fred had a heart attack that almost killed him. His wife did CPR on him frantically till the paramedics arrived. He's been in ICU since Monday, and just woke up and realized where he was this afternoon. It was touch and go for several days, and he's still not out of the woods, but he's stable now.
My friend Mr. Doggity happens to work at the same hospital where Fred is in ICU now. Got this email from Mr. Doggity about getting to talk to Fred after he came out of the fog from all the drugs and stuff. Here's the e-mail:
Well, he's back!
He's still groggy as hell, and his short-term memory is fuzzy, but then he's had enough Versed pumped through him to keep him high for a week. He asked me where he was, and what happened. I told him his heart stopped Monday night, and (wife) did CPR and the paramedics shocked him and brought him to the hospital. His reply was, "My wife saved my life?" and I said, yes. He said, "Sh*t! Now I owe her!" And then he laughed and said, "I love my wife, you know that." And I said, yeah.
I said, your nurse gave you a sponge bath this morning and you slept through it. He said, "Get her back in here, I need another one."
I said, what day is it, do you know? He said, "I figure it's Tuesday night." I told him it was Friday, and he said, "I've pissed off a whole week? Did anyone call my work?" I told him that everyone knew what was going on.
I said, can I get you anything? He said, "A beer would be nice." I laughed and said it was good to have him back.
As I was leaving the room, he said, "Your f*ing chili did this!" and he laughed.
(end of email)
Anyway, I hope Fred will make a full recovery. He's a stellar guy, and the world is a better place with him in it. I'm sure his wife will be extra thankful this Valentine's Day to have him around.
And thanks to CPR training for the shoestring catch. It does save lives, no doubt about it.