Sistah Mibby

[cantdog]

I am not exactly proud of the phenomenon, ravenmx. But I am surprised. My dad died of his diabetes and his angina. My grandfather had a heart attack on a fishing trip. I had every reason to imagine that my heart was the weak link. But nope!

Heh. I got good heart. I am verily pumped like hell. Teenager, indeed. Hah.

I shall fuck on, rock on, dance on. I shall run on! I am better off than the old son of a seacook I had to watch die. It's a march I steal on the universe.

I am okay. It's a good fuckin thing, even if the rest of you will have to suffer putting up with my continued presence. This is as good as I've felt about the future in some time.

 

[minsue]

Glad to hear it, Cant!

 

[ravenmx]

I am okay. It's a good fuckin thing, even if the rest of you will have to suffer putting up with my continued presence. This is as good as I've felt about the future in some time.

I sure you continued presence is something we can live with for quite some time.

By the way glad to see you seem to be feeling better.

 

[cantdog]

Thanks, sweetie. I appreciate your sentiment. Mysterious though it is, my friends seem to like having me amongst them! This is always good to hear. My flu is better, too, by the way. I know I bored you with that, but it was a really tough ass flu. I do indeed feel better, better all around. Now if I could only get more sex...

cantdog

 

[shereads]

Actually, as it turns out, the acronym is SESTAMIBI, whatever that means.

I underwent one today; I have been "treaded," as the folks in the biz put it. They shot a vein full of sparklies-- radioactive thallium, I believe-- obtained an image of the heart muscle's perfusion, ran my ass off on a treadmill, more sparklies, more image. The victims call it a cardiac stress test. If I hadn't gotten my heart rate up there by means of the treadmill, they were going to whip me with pharmaceuticals to raise the heart rate artificially.

I got the results late this afternoon. "Excellent heart," said the cardio doc. "Heart of a teenager." This is technical language, of course, for no perfusion deficits.

So I am pretty darn pumped. Woo hoo! Fifty-one and the heart is still available to be abused with nicotine and poor eating habits! All fuckin right! Ban fuckin zai!



Fred

Well, Fred, you just scared the hell out of me. "All fuckin right" should have come in the first paragraph.

 

[Liar]

You have the heart of a teenager?

Me too. It sits in a jar on the mantlepiece.

[insert insane and/or evil giggle here]

Congrats, cant. That's top news.

 

[cantdog]

Thanks Liar, Earl. How fine to be appreciated, and for nothing more than existing, by people across the Atlantic. Okay, I'll shut up now.

 

[eric shawn listo]

Yay, cant!

 

[Guest]

Rejoice with me. I shall be insufferable about this for at least a week.

I bet you shag like a teenager, too, but with more stamina.