Well, crap. (Update)

[DFW]

I got called up to the hospital in Essen today for the preliminaries. Verifying my condition, medications I take (a few), insurance (none), length of stay (overnight), general going over best and worst case scenarios, etc.

While I waiting, there was appeared to be an older gentleman who was waiting, as I was. He was telling me his story (lifelong postal worker, no kids), and then, without intending to, made me feel a little better. He told me how he was getting on in years, and was “already” 74. I said, “hey, wait, I’m 74, too!” He said, “oh!” I guess 74 is older for some of us than for others.

I get the procedure (exactly what that is will be determined when they see exactly what my problem is after injecting the radioactive dye) done on Friday. Unless there is something really evil, like needing a bypass to survive the weekend, I should be out by Saturday afternoon. I will not be allowed to lift anything heavy for ten days. Anatoly will have to perform his own stunts for a week or two.

As they in Texas, I’ll letchall know. If I don’t, then we can all panic, but the clinic’s specialists think there is better than a 90% chance against that, the Great Pumpkin willing.