So, my man, Garland, was hiding the fact that his chest goes thump-ouch when he walks up stairs, works out, walks too long or does yardwork.
He does these things a lot.
A good egg, Garland is (He's gorgeous, too). He knew I was worried about my Dad and he didn't want me to be worried about him as well.
He mentioned the thump-ow-y thingy to his doc, who sprang into action suggesting that he have a treadmill test whenever he got around to it. Well, Garland sprang into action with a, um, faster spring (I'll work on that), getting his test set up immediately and, one nitroglycerin tablet later was on his way to get his arteries reamed and a stent installed (kind of sounds funny).
This has had me thinking about the other things in my business and those around me that we're ignoring, hoping that in time they'll go away. Peut etre ("maybe," for those of you who didn't take college French or are we still replacing "French" with "Freedom"?) we should be springing into action on this stuff before it KO's us.
Thursday, May 17, 2007