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Chronocidal Charlie

2006-11-19, 4:29 pm

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Or I gonna go back to Colorado Springs and spend week or so washing
dishes and pots and pans in my cubby hole back side of the kitchen on
the seventh floor of The Broadmoor's Penrose Tower 16 hours a day with a
window to look out over Colorado Springs in all it afternoon an evening
time sparkling splendor to take my mind off my withdrawal misery like I
did back "Sometime Summer 95."

Two and half days wiff no caffeine. Is it starting to show? ;-)

CC
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F.H.

2006-11-19, 4:29 pm

Chronocidal Charlie wrote:
> Or I gonna go back to Colorado Springs and spend week or so washing
> dishes and pots and pans in my cubby hole back side of the kitchen on
> the seventh floor of The Broadmoor's Penrose Tower 16 hours a day with a
> window to look out over Colorado Springs in all it afternoon an evening
> time sparkling splendor to take my mind off my withdrawal misery like I
> did back "Sometime Summer 95."
>
> Two and half days wiff no caffeine. Is it starting to show? ;-)
>
> CC

Details please. You given up on Java?

Chronocidal Charlie

2006-11-19, 4:29 pm

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F.H. wrote:
> Chronocidal Charlie wrote:
>
> Details please. You given up on Java?

Yeah, back in 1997, a team of EMT scarfed me up from in front of a
computer, hauled my XXX down to Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs
while I was in the middle of about my third or fourth Acute Myocardial
Infarction.

I didn't have no money, no health insurance and the VA had pretty well
refused to perform an operation I was told I sorely needed or I prolly
wouldn't live out the year.

When I told the Young Doctor I've mentioned here about how a St. Paddy's
Day Parade and that event with the EMT bunch brought us together with
the above circumstance, He more or less sed, "XXXX all that shit
Charlie, we'll worry about that when the time comes. Sign these papers
so I can get yer XXX in surgery." I did, he got me in surgery and then
spent the better part of a whole damn three day weekend, cutten me open,
sewing me up, cutting me open again and doing most of it over again and
then sewing me up again. Week later he discharged me to home and never
once did he nor anyone else concerned ever mention the money, insurance
nor other complications until I got together with him and made some
arrangements to start to try to repay it.

Pretty soon gonna be coming on 10 years since then. I pretty well
followed every damn bit of *his* advice except the giving up coffee and
my limited but still problematic hand rolled Bugler Smokes and the
occasional Cigar.

Yeah, soon's I gits over this caffeine shit, I gonna tackle the Bugler.

I scairt I fixen to lose 'nuther good friend to emphysema like I did the
"Old Trucker" and I feels like shit preachen at her about giving up she
smokes and she coffee like she been told to so many times.

Old rabbits is hard to shake. ;-)

Hown Dawg Charlie

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F.H.

2006-11-19, 4:29 pm

Chronocidal Charlie wrote:
> F.H. wrote:
>
> Yeah, back in 1997, a team of EMT scarfed me up from in front of a
> computer, hauled my XXX down to Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs
> while I was in the middle of about my third or fourth Acute Myocardial
> Infarction.
>
> I didn't have no money, no health insurance and the VA had pretty well
> refused to perform an operation I was told I sorely needed or I prolly
> wouldn't live out the year.
>
> When I told the Young Doctor I've mentioned here about how a St. Paddy's
> Day Parade and that event with the EMT bunch brought us together with
> the above circumstance, He more or less sed, "XXXX all that shit
> Charlie, we'll worry about that when the time comes. Sign these papers
> so I can get yer XXX in surgery." I did, he got me in surgery and then
> spent the better part of a whole damn three day weekend, cutten me open,
> sewing me up, cutting me open again and doing most of it over again and
> then sewing me up again. Week later he discharged me to home and never
> once did he nor anyone else concerned ever mention the money, insurance
> nor other complications until I got together with him and made some
> arrangements to start to try to repay it.

My hernia surgery was subsidized by cigarette taxes thanks to Rob Reiner
and the initiative he sponsored. Cost me 1400.00. Two payments to go.

> Pretty soon gonna be coming on 10 years since then. I pretty well
> followed every damn bit of *his* advice except the giving up coffee and
> my limited but still problematic hand rolled Bugler Smokes and the
> occasional Cigar.

I think I mentioned we just buried a good old friend and former
employee who had similar advice after a bypass and just couldn't manage it.

> Yeah, soon's I gits over this caffeine shit, I gonna tackle the Bugler.

Been refreshing myself on a couple of books. "Potatoes not Prozac" and
"Why Zebras Don't Get ulcers." "Potatoes" is in depth with regard to
those of us who are sugar sensitive. Coffee is not good. But boy, talk
about rituals. Coffee and the Times with breakfast served by a sweet
little senorita. Kind of like booze in a way. Easy to talk about
(especially late in the evening) but when the sun comes up and its
decision time........

Chronocidal Charlie

2006-11-19, 4:29 pm

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F.H. wrote:
> Chronocidal Charlie wrote:
> My hernia surgery was subsidized by cigarette taxes thanks to Rob Reiner
> and the initiative he sponsored. Cost me 1400.00. Two payments to go.

You got off easy. ;-)

Over $44,000 tab and VA didn't pick up a dime of it even though couple
of creditable cardiologists have sworn most of my problems revolved
around long term stressful environment and career stuff, toxic chemicals
like lead, methylbenzene, defoliants, carbon tetra-chloride and massive
amounts of insecticide and fertilizers back down on the farm when I was
a kid, etc. Oh well, VA has been damn good about post operative
treatment and any ongoing treatment I've received. I don't know what
kind of hole it would knock in my budget if I even had to fork over what
my monthly medicine prescriptions would run since I still have not yet
filed for SS and have no idea what Medicare or Medicaid might help or
hinder.

Still don't have any of my doctors riding me. It was suggestion on the
part of the Doc in Colorado regardless, as a safety factor. he was aware
of my smoking history. Sporadic to say the most, but since I was 12 or
so. Long periods when I was in the army, two three years at a time not
smoking anything due to it just not being conducive to what I was doing.
I don't think I've ever formed a physical addiction to nicotine. Go
with out days or weeks or even as I mentioned above and never feel a
jitter or uneasiness. Just like the taste and smell and enjoy one with
my morning coffee or coffee after a meal.

I have excellent, actually above average lung capacity for my age.
Clean, no congestion, rarely ever a cough, it's been a pisser to justify
relinquishing the taste and smell thing. I don't nor have really been an
inhaler.

Just no longer have sufficient heart muscle in the right places to
maintain other than bare minimum pulmonary circulation of oxygenated
blood into my system. I smoke a cigarette on a day when the barometric
pressure is below 30 or spend much time in a room full of smoke and I
get sicker than a dog. Stagnant or ischemic hypoxia. worse the 14,000 to
15,000 ft. altitude for a flatlander who hasn't yet got acclimated.
Fact, I didn't smoke 'nuther smoke up in Colorado after the surgery
until pretty good while after I got back Texas. Damn that Old Trucker
SOB and sum AA friends over in Waco blowen thet shite in my face. ;-)

Get the coffee out frum my hair and going will most likely be easy.
Relinquish the decaf in the morning and go from there.

yeah one the neighbor ladies had bypass not too long ago and is having
emphysema prollems. She seems to have got a lot out of my pushing her
and the ESP I've been able to give from the mended hearts standpoint,
activity, walking, exercise and so fourth heart wise. But sumbuddy still
smelling like cigarette smoke telling somebody they need to quit got
about as much credibility as sumbuddy sitten and swillen Mad Dog saying
I takes a little wine fer the soul, but I don't recommend it for drunks
and sinners. ;-)
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> I think I mentioned we just buried a good old friend and former
> employee who had similar advice after a bypass and just couldn't manage it.
>
>
> Been refreshing myself on a couple of books. "Potatoes not Prozac"

Got hold of it couple of years ago. It reinforces a lot of stuff I've
prophesied on over the years. ;-)

CC
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