I was mistaken. Last night's post should have been titled "Saturday Evening" instead of Sunday evening. Lord knows I don't have to hurry things along any faster than they're already going.
But..speaking of Sunday...
...actually this goes back even further, to Saturday afternoon. I lay down for a short nap and as I was lying there I felt a tiny bit of tightness in my chest. This worried me a wee tad because, as regular readers know, I have a pacemaker in my chest. But the thought that went through my head was this:
My buddy Steve, who has season tickets to the Arizona Diamondbacks games, had invited me down to take in a game this afternoon (Sunday). So as I was lying there contemplating the tightness in my chest Saturday I wondered idly if I suddenly "ceased to exist" (to quote the Monty Python dead parrot sketch), would SWMBO call Steve and tell him I wouldn't be able to make the game.
I then further thought that if she had neglected to do so and the time reached, say 12:15 p.m. today (Sunday) when I was due to to meet Steve at his house and I wasn't there, would Steve call and ask SWMBO "Where's ***** (Catalyst)?" And would she then respond, "He can't make it. He's dead."
Well, I told Steve all of this today when I did get to his house on time to go to the game. He said if the latter case had happened, he probably would have told SWMBO that he still had the ticket and could she make it to Phoenix and go to the game with him.
Y'know, that's what friends are for.
I had a painful arm, (right) & chest pains yesterday.
ReplyDeleteAll I could think was, I can't be bothered spending the day & night in the Emergency room. If I die I won't care, & if I don't I won't have wasted a day & night. I never told Gom.
thinking of things in Monty Python terms makes everything better!
ReplyDeleteDid a chili dog and beer solve the chest-pain problems?
Meggie - I understand. Still - - - I would miss you.
ReplyDeleteTombo - Didn't have one. But the pain was gone after the nap. Maybe I just needed the nap!