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A Unique Piggyback or: Sixth Second On

18 Wednesday Apr 2018

Posted by TGBII in Life as We Know It

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3B, Costa Rica, Dr. Bret Borchelt, Europe, Family, Health, Heart Surgery, Honeymoon, Jon Lowder, Life, Paul Jones III, The BCPF, The Beer Dads, Zipper Club

Salutations™!!

Note: I liked what I wrote about this day last year so I just copied it and reposted. It’s hard to write this story without repeating myself so, why fight it? I want to bring attention to the fact that I’m still here to annoy you, Dear Reader. I am happy to be able to say that (that I’m still here).

It was five six years ago today that I received my “zipper.” Being at the hospital before the sun came up, getting shaved from neck to (literally) toe, seeing my family, having my (then) fiance – The BCPF – standing holding my hand and trying to keep a happy face, having my parents pray over me as I get wheeled through some ominous doors, being moved onto a mostly comfortable operating table and telling stupid jokes to the operating staff before I just blacked out counting back from 100. That’s how I remember it.

I groggily stirred with a breathing tube snaked through my gullet whilst hearing a nurse, whose name I believe was Sandy, talk to me and me nodding that I understood whatever it was she was saying to me. The BCPF came in to see me, touching me, stroking my hair (I still had a little bit). I’m not sure of the timeline, I was still very doped up on morphine at the time. Maybe some time passed, maybe it didn’t, but Ma Mère came into the recovery room and in a moment we will all talk about until we’re no longer here, she patted me on the left shoulder and said, “see, you really do have a heart.” At this point I pointed to “Sandy” and made a motion to bring me a writing utensil and something to write upon. In my continued, and glorious haze, I scribbled to my mother the following:

Leave the comedy to me!

I remember everyone laughing. My job was done, I went through another phase of “blacked out.” They had collapsed my lungs in order to get to my arteries and heart and whatever else they were doing with me and, as a lifelong asthmatic, my lungs and me have a long history of arguing. They weren’t wanting to cooperate and inflate so I could breathe on my own. So, recovery took a little longer than it should have. Then they wheeled me up to my own private room. I had to get up and sit in a chair. I asked for my phone and that’s when this selfie was taken:

Tim After Surgery

My son came in to see me, as did my family. I had put them all through a lot. They were tired, nervous, but happy that I was sitting there making stupid faces at them, I was alive. I had survived. Hand me my heart-shaped pillow and let me cough. There was no laying down for a while, that’s for sure. When I sat back, I could feel my chest shifting. After all, they did saw me in half. I didn’t lay down for about four weeks, actually. But, over time my strength came back and I was able to maneuver around like a real person.

On the way to that, though, I had people watching over me like a hawk. The BCPF made sure that someone was “on duty” with me the whole time, from my sister to my mother, her to her mother. Someone was always here. It got to where I had to fake needing to go to the bathroom just to go sit on the toilet lid and be by myself for a few minutes. I had some great friends bring me and my chaperones food. I can’t tell Chris and Ashley, Doug and Molly and Jerry and Jennifer how much I appreciate them doing that.

After this, though, The BCPF and I decided that we’re going to live. LIVE! And, that’s what we’ve done. We’ve been to Europe twice, the second a wedding/honeymoon expedition. We accompanied friends to Costa Rica. We went to Walt Disney World with my family. We have time with each other. We enjoy just about everything we do. We collect records, we eat really delicious food, we hang out with really terrific friends, we just love our lives.

I have to really thank The BCPF for everything, because if it
weren’t for her, making sure I take my meds regularly, eating right, doing what little exercise I’ll do, going to my doc appts, and just living the heck out of IMAG0150me, I wouldn’t be here today to write this. She didn’t sleep much that first week. When she did it was in my hospital bed. My boy is also a huge part of my life. He’s almost 15 16 so he’s testing my ticker a good bit, but I love that boy to no end. They together are truly my everything. To my family, thank you all for your support and being here for me. To my friends, you’re all my bedrocks. You’re the foundation that I build on. To The Beer Dads, Jon and Paul, thank you guys for traversing this weird ride with The BCPF and me in our quest for World Domination. To everyone. I love you. Just… I love you. To Dr. Bret Borchelt. Thank you for “fixing” me.

I was 41 when this happened. I’m 46 47 now. I have to at least make it to 82 for me to be satisfied with it. I have to say, in all sincerity, I would never want to go through this again. However, in the grand scheme of things, it was all worth it and really, for me, wasn’t all that terrible. I think my family and friends had it worse than I in this ordeal. I got taken care of, waited on and yes had to endure some pain, but it wasn’t too awful. I’m just glad we have hit the “magic number” (no not three in this case) of five six. That’s when the docs stop looking so closely at the procedure. I’m still here and other than being ridiculously fat, I feel great. So, all is well on this side of the world. I hope all of you have as wonderful a time as I do. Happy fifth sixth second birthday to me.

I talked to The BCPF this morning (2018) and inquired about her writing a post one year to recount the experience from her perspective. She said that would take time and she doesn’t have time right now, but one day. I may get her to do it and save it for when I need it. You can hear me talk more about it on The Less Desirables tonight.

Until tomorrow, still kickin’…
Scorp out!

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“Open-heart surgery is now part of a typical life experience for many people. Folks talk casually about ‘having a stent put in,’ as if they had their tires rotated.” – Roger Ebert

Drained or: Contact Lows

09 Monday Apr 2018

Posted by TGBII in Life as We Know It

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Health, Life, Life as It is, tired, WrestleMania, WWE

Salutations™!!

I am dragging today. I don’t know why. I’m lethargic and tired. I even nodded off for a few minutes in the studio. I thought I slept okay. I felt like I did. Leopard_Resting_on_Tree_600

I know WrestleMania was last night. And, yeah, I know its cheesy but I’ve been a ‘Rasslin” ran all my life and that hasn’t changed. This is not a post about that, but I will say it started off right and just dwindled over time. I’m going to say it, seven hours of wrestling is too much. I can sit and watch WWE Network for hours but when it’s all current/keeping-up-with stuff, that’s hard. Seven hours, I tell ya. The pre-game started at 5pm and the show proper at 7pm and went until midnight (well later because I had paused it a couple of times). Too much, WWE, remember that.

On top of just being tired, for the first time in four months, I slept with my contacts in. Mine are made to withstand that every once in a while but my eyes have grown accustomed to resting at night. I also think that not having them in allows me to rest better, as well. That is probably a big contributor to this. I don’t know how I forgot to take them out. It is a nightly routine. I guess I was mentally fatigued from watching the choreographed combative ballet that I enjoy so much.

So, I’ve been listening to Queensryche in the studio trying to wake myself up. I’m kind of glad we didn’t record Fan Interference today because I may have very well fallen asleep on TC. No worries, though, I’m okay. I have Apartment 5B to do in a bit (have I told you about that? That’s another story) and a late lunch with my good pal, Tim. That will wake me up.

Then I’ll go home and watch more WWE until I fall out (and take my contacts out). I hope you have a great day…

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“Resting for me is fitness training.” – Jenson Button

Double Piggyback or: Pass (on) the Salt

30 Friday Mar 2018

Posted by TGBII in Food

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Salutations™!!Beeman-e1522344426227

So, I, or more specifically, The Man Who Ate the Town me, wrote an article for Triad City Beat and I wrote a post about that on the food blog. Now, I’m letting you know about because I know not all of you follow my food blog (which you should). So, read that HERE and you can follow the link to TCB from there.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“Once an eater of fast food three times a day, seven days a week, I radically changed my diet.” – me

Fifth Second Birthday or: The Things We’ve Done

18 Tuesday Apr 2017

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3B, Costa Rica, Dr. Bret Borchelt, Europe, Family, Health, Heart Surgery, Honeymoon, Jon Lowder, Life, Paul Jones III, The BCPF, The Beer Dads, Zipper Club

Salutations™!!

It was five years ago today that I received my “zipper.” Being at the hospital before the sun came up, getting shaved from neck to (literally) toe, seeing my family, having my (then) fiance – The BCPF – standing holding my hand and trying to keep a happy face, having my parents pray over me as I get wheeled through some ominous doors, being moved onto a mostly comfortable operating table and telling stupid jokes to the operating staff before I just blacked out counting back from 100. That’s how I remember it.

I groggily stirred with a breathing tube snaked through my gullet whilst hearing a nurse, whose name I believe was Sandy, talk to me and me nodding that I understood whatever it was she was saying to me. The BCPF came in to see me, touching me, stroking my hair (I still had a little bit). I’m not sure of the timeline, I was still very doped up on morphine at the time. Maybe some time passed, maybe it didn’t, but Ma Mère came into the recovery room and in a moment we will all talk about until we’re no longer here, she patted me on the left shoulder and said, “see, you really do have a heart.” At this point I pointed to “Sandy” and made a motion to bring me a writing utensil and something to write upon. In my continued, and glorious haze, I scribbled to my mother the following:

Leave the comedy to me!

I remember everyone laughing. My job was done, I went through another phase of “blacked out.” They had collapsed my lungs in order to get to my arteries and heart and whatever else they were doing with me and, as a lifelong asthmatic, my lungs and me have a long history of arguing. They weren’t wanting to cooperate and inflate so I could breathe on my own. So, recovery took a little longer than it should have. Then they wheeled me up to my own private room. I had to get up and sit in a chair. I asked for my phone and that’s when this selfie was taken:

Tim After Surgery

My son came in to see me, as did my family. I had put them all through a lot. They were tired, nervous, but happy that I was sitting there making stupid faces at them, I was alive. I had survived. Hand me my heart-shaped pillow and let me cough. There was no laying down for a while, that’s for sure. When I sat back, I could feel my chest shifting. After all, they did saw me in half. I didn’t lay down for about four weeks, actually. But, over time my strength came back and I was able to maneuver around like a real person.

On the way to that, though, I had people watching over me like a hawk. The BCPF made sure that someone was “on duty” with me the whole time, from my sister to my mother, her to her mother. Someone was always here. It got to where I had to fake needing to go to the bathroom just to go sit on the toilet lid and be by myself for a few minutes. I had some great friends bring me and my chaperones food. I can’t tell Chris and Ashley, Doug and Molly and Jerry and Jennifer how much I appreciate them doing that.

After this, though, The BCPF and I decided that we’re going to live. LIVE! And, that’s what we’ve done. We’ve been to Europe twice, the second a wedding/honeymoon expedition. We accompanied friends to Costa Rica. We went to Walt Disney World with my family. We have time with each other. We enjoy just about everything we do. We collect records, we eat really delicious food, we hang out with really terrific friends, we just love our lives.

I have to really thank The BCPF for everything, because if it
weren’t for her, making sure I take my meds regularly, eating right, doing what little exercise I’ll do, going to my doc appts, and just living the heck out of IMAG0150me, I wouldn’t be here today to write this. She didn’t sleep much that first week, when she did it was in my hospital bed. My boy is also a huge part of my life. He’s almost 15 so he’s testing my ticker a good bit, but I love that boy to no end. They together are truly my everything. To my family, thank you all for your support and being here for me. To my friends, you’re all my bedrocks. You’re my foundation that I build on. To The Beer Dads, Jon and Paul, thank you guys for traversing this weird ride with The BCPF and me in our quest for World Domination. To everyone. I love you. Just… I love you. To Dr. Bret Borchelt. Thank you for “fixing” me.

I was 41 when this happened. I’m 46 now. I have to at least make it to 82 for me to be satisfied with it. I have to say, in all sincerity, I would never want to go through this again. However, in the grand scheme of things, it was all worth it and really, for me, wasn’t all that terrible. I think my family and friends had it worse than I in this ordeal. I got taken care of, waited on and yes had to endure some pain, but it wasn’t too awful. I’m just glad we have hit the “magic number” (no not three in this case) of five. That’s when the docs stop looking so closely at the procedure. I’m still here and other than being ridiculously fat, I feel great. So, all is well on this side of the world. I hope all of you have as wonderful a time as I do. Happy fifth second birthday to me.

Until tomorrow, still kickin’…
Scorp out!

—
“Open-heart surgery is now part of a typical life experience for many people. Folks talk casually about ‘having a stent put in,’ as if they had their tires rotated.” – Roger Ebert

Silent Sunday or: Walking on Something Good

07 Sunday Feb 2016

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Salutations™!!

I haven’t talked much about my health stuff lately but that’s coming in the next few weeks, along with a whole new endeavor that I’m in the works of planning. But, the recent trip to the doctor has made me try to be a little more active to try to stay mostly healthy. The BCPF and I did what I’ve talked about a few times, we picked a neighborhood and walked it, looking at the architecture, enjoying each other’s company and trying to be healthy.

Because we were getting our hair cut, we decided to return to a neighborhood that we’ve been to before: West End. We like that it’s hilly and gives a little bit of a challenge. We took a different route than the last time and ended up on “the long way around.” We parked at Grace Court and went down Summit to Broad to West End Blvd and around to Glade and touched on the West Highlands (that’s a different day) at Hawthorne and

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The new cut and beard shaping trim

walked by Brunson school. Then, it came. “The Hill.” From where Business 40 and First Street meet, we hit that hill. I was already having a few bouts of tightness in my back but that moved to my legs as well as my back and that made it hard, but I trod on, heavily breathing and wheezing, but I didn’t give up. I’ll admit that by the time I got to the intersection of First, Fourth and West End, I had to sit for a minute. We then walked up Burke to Brookstown and back to Grace Court. We sat on a bench awaiting time to show up for the hair appointment. We spent twenty minutes watching five squirrels play on a tree and along came this hawk that sat up there watching the squirrels and then two crows came up and hung out within a few branches of the hawk, constantly cawing in its face. It seemed unphased, though, just pecking under its wings and taking its raptor talon and scratching its face. We were hoping to see it swoop and take something away, but it didn’t happen. Oh well. It was still great to see.

So I’m proud of myself for walking and, as you’ll see, I plan on doing it again and again. The BCPF says she’s proud, too.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.” – Buddha

Friday Night Dinners or: What Would Lorelai Do?

24 Friday Jul 2015

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Salutations™!!

Ah, thank (insert deity here) it’s Friday. Two weeks (and a day) removed from my gall bladder removal, one from the first of four Vagabond Saints Society Bruce Springsteen shows. I’m feeling righteous. Yes, we had a slight setback with the Lipitor but hopefully, that will be a help and not a hindrance. But yes, I’m feeling great!

Friday nights are always “Date Night” for The BCPF and I. Does that mean we always do11659512_10153325572805490_3038189630227575334_n a bunch of stuff? Nope. We generally have what we call “Friday Night Dinner,” a sweet reference to one of our favorite shows, The Gilmore Girls, in which Lorelai had to spend time with her overbearing and meddling, yet loving, parents on, yep, a Friday night to pay off some debt, although it’s not the money they worry about, it’s the only way they can get her there, guilt-laden or not. But, I digress…

I don’t know where we’ll be going tonight, but it’s always something fairly affordable and with some chance of cocktails or what have you. Then we sometimes go to another place for drinks or we just go home. That happens, too. We watch something on Netflix or something on the DVR, or something that someone has loaned us. Eugene has been letting us borrow Newhart and we’ve watched three seasons of that, now. The BCPF has me watching Friends, much to Eug’s chagrin. He says it’s dumbed-down drivel but I don’t always need to be mentally challenged. Sometimes I just want to watch something that doesn’t require a lot of thought, is remotely funny and enjoyable. The bottom line is, we’re watching it together and enjoying it and each other.

What’s your favorite or ideal Friday night? Drop me a line and let me know.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“When you’re emotional you don’t think clearly. I remember a woman who tried to buy a plane when her granddaughter moved out,” says Lorelai. “I tried to timeshare a plane, it is nowhere even close to the same thing,” says Emily.

What the DL? or: Keeping My Lipids Shut

21 Tuesday Jul 2015

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cholesterol, Health, Lipitor

Salutations™!!

Latest on the health front. Of course, not everything can be in working order on me. I went for my “physical” yesterday and they checked the levels of my cholesterol and all that jazz. We talked about my exercise regimen (read: the lack thereof) and how I was feeling and such. Remember I told you that my liver activities had always been high, at least in the last few years.

We took the blood and whatever and I waited to hear more. I figured it would be today or tomorrow before I heard anything. But, the results came in yesterday cholesterol-combo-drugevening and the cholesterol was still high. It was sitting at 254. The standard range is 100-199. Triglycerides are at 225, they’re supposed to be 0-149. HDL (which is supposed to be better than 39) is only at 34; that’s the “good” cholesterol. VLDL Calc is 45, it’s supposed to be 5-40 and I don’t know what that means. It says Sum Total LDL-C is 175 but is supposed to be 0-99. So all that means, I have no clue what I’m reading. I know the range of the LDL, Triglycerides and HDL but the rest, I have no clue. Perhaps someone that reads this that has any idea will let me know.

So, the doc recommends that we try 15mg of Lipitor every other day to see if that helps and see if it does so without driving up my liver activity again. I still think that the liver problems were stemmed from my gall bladder, but we can’t say for sure. I have to go back and check on that in two months. I’d like to see all this resolve themselves. Perhaps the Liptor will work and my risk will be lower. Again… we’ll see. I’ll keep you informed.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“It is a scientific fact that your body will not absorb cholesterol if you take it from another person’s plate.” – Dave Barry

As if I Never Needed You or: Goodbye Old Friend

09 Thursday Jul 2015

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Gall bladder, Health, Life, Surgery

Salutations™!!

So, today is the day. I’ll let you in on a secret… I didn’t write this today. I wrote it on Tuesday and scheduled it so that you have a post from me. I know you can’t not have a post from me even when I’m going to be “under the knife.” Know, too, that I totally don’t mean that. It’s my own addiction to having to write something every day that makes me do this. And I’m ok with that.1 GB

I’ll be out of commission today and part (maybe all) of tomorrow, so this won’t be a regular post. But, I don’t suspect there will be any problems with the surgery. Turns out my doc is a friend of a friend so I feel even better about it. The BCPF would be in the OR if they’d let her, but you (and I) know that when I’m out then the nurses will pale in comparison to the care she’ll take of me. And after this I’ll be rid of two of the three most useless things (that need love, too) the human body has. I lost my appendix in 1989 and well, I still have my tonsils. The tonsils are the only one that I’d be worried about losing and that only because of my fear of messing with my throat/voice. That’s all I have is my voice. I know it’s not necessarily connected but I don’t want to take that risk.

Well, I’m keeping this one short and simple. I’ll let you know how it goes. Keep reading!

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

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“I got the bill for my surgery. Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.” – James H. Boren

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