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Six Weeks After a Triple Heart Bypass ©. March 2015

By Michael Casey

It’s a long walk to the bus stop and then off the bus to the inside of the QE Birmingham

1st I had a blood pressure and weight. My scores were “almost perfect” said the nurse

Then I had an Italian nurse do an ECG, he said thin people had heart attacks too.

Then I had an Xray

Then I met Roger the posh gentleman from the hospital, we were in at the same time.

Had to wait until nearly Noon , I arrived at 9.30. I didn’t mind had a good natter with Roger

Then I saw one of the Cardiac team

He said I was doing so well.

He examined my chest and pressed on it.

It will take up to a year to heal total where its tender.

Otherwise I’m doing great.

Do not pick my leg scabs he said.

Then he discharged me, no need to see me anymore.

I told him there would be chocolate in the future.

I have bought a stack of chocolate for the cardiac crew but it’s too heavy to carry,

but they will get it.

I also have to give a stack of chocolate to D5 and all the other folks

that did all the week of tests before my op, at City hospital Birmingham.

So that’s all my news. My sister and the ladies who are as old as my mother would be, maybe 90 year-olds have also been wearing out the Rosary beads, not to mention candles lit and prayers said on 2 or 3 continents. So I thank them all. I’ve also been told that cranberry juice is great, so I’ve been trying that.

All I need now is to win the lottery so we can move house and I get my own bathroom. But that would be too cheeky to ask God for, God is Good, but he is not an estate agent, though there are many mansions in Heaven.

So since then over 8 years now. We Got the cat, Totoro. We got a nice new house

but up the steepest of hills, enough to kill a healthy person. Daughters are even more beautiful and off the chart clever. I did get my own bathroom by my bedroom, but with my

CkD now being so bad, and maybe Dialysis in a few years time, and massive Pain on my left shoulder and Tinnitus like Gone with the Wind in my Head.

I’m alive but in much much pain. So should I complain, or just hope for another miracle

4400 pieces of writing on my Blogger and Translations Galore here on WordPress

Do I have to die before I get any recognition for my Words.

Rewards I never expect any, and you all know my views on what money is for

I still have a dream, a typist and more

But would I ever be Good enough, never

But sometimes God scrapes the very bottom of the barrel

and says you know what

Men are made of clay, maybe with a bit of spit

he’ll do

So as the winds blow, and Global warming can destroy us, if we don’t destroy ourselves

Maybe all there is left is MARY AND HER ROSARY

Six Weeks After a Triple Heart Bypass ©

By Michael Casey

It’s a long walk to the bus stop and then off the bus to the inside of the QE Birmingham

1st I had a blood pressure and weight. My scores were “almost perfect” said the nurse

Then I had an Italian nurse do an ECG, he said thin people had heart attacks too.

Then I had an Xray

Then I met Roger the posh gentleman from the hospital, we were in at the same time.

Had to wait until nearly Noon , I arrived at 9.30. I didn’t mind had a good natter with Roger

Then I saw one of the Cardiac team

He said I was doing so well.

He examined my chest and pressed on it.

It will take up to a year to heal total where its tender.

Otherwise I’m doing great.

Do not pick my leg scabs he said.

Then he discharged me, no need to see me anymore.

I told him there would be chocolate in the future.

I have bought a stack of chocolate for the cardiac crew but it’s too heavy to carry, but they will get it.

I also have to give a stack of chocolate to D5 and all the other folks that did all the week of tests before my op, at City hospital Birmingham.

So that’s all my news. My sister and the ladies who are as old as my mother would be, maybe 90 year-olds have also been wearing out the Rosary beads, not to mention candles lit and prayers said on 2 or 3 continents. So I thank them all. I’ve also been told that cranberry juice is great, so I’ve been trying that.

All I need now is to win the lottery so we can move house and I get my own bathroom. But that would be too cheeky to ask God for, God is Good, but he is not an estate agent, though there are many mansions in Heaven.

So since then over 8 years now. We Got the cat, Totoro. We got a nice new house

but up the steepest of hills, enough to kill a healthy person. Daughters are even more beautiful and off the chart clever. I did get my own bathroom by my bedroom, but with my

CkD now being so bad, and maybe Dialysis in a few years time, and massive Pain on my left shoulder and Tinnitus like Gone with the Wind in my Head.

I’m alive but in much much pain. So should I complain, or just hope for another miracle

4400 pieces of writing on my Blogger and Translations Galore here on WordPress

Do I have to die before I get any recognition for my Words.

Rewards I never expect any, and you all know my views on what money is for

I still have a dream, a typist and more

But would I ever be Good enough, never

But sometimes God scrapes the very bottom of the barrel

and says you know what

Men are made of clay, maybe with a bit of spit

he’ll do

So as the winds blow, and Global warming can destroy us, if we don’t destroy ourselves

Maybe all there is left is MARY AND HER ROSARY