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August 25th, 2011--
they do not hold out much hope for me.
My CHF is going heavy-duty,
and I've got pulmonary edema, to boot.
Looks like Death will be coming for me, after all.
October 25th, 2011--
At the Vista Transit Center.
I have somebody call 911 for me...
my lungs and heart are finally giving out.
They take me to Tri-City for another round
of Lasix, heparin, and a wing and a prayer.
Mike tells me that I'm not going to make it.
That tears it...sod that Serbian swine!
I chop back my food intake and give up
my favorite drink--diet colas.
I then begin to notice the transformation.
June, 2012--
I go in to see Doc Boquin, the Azzmunch from Buenos Aries.
He checks me over, and sees that my weight has crashed.
Once at 380lbs, I now weigh in at 307 lbs...amazing!
Talk about shocked city--Doc is patently giddy about my lost weight.
He says I'm recovering rather nicely, for a man with CHF.
August 2012--
Go shopping at Wally World for some new jeans.
Find some Size 50's, try them on and Viola!
I can now convert my sweatpants into cutoff shorts.
I get three pair (two black, one blue) for about $35.00
Plus, my shirt size has shrunk to 2XL--XL by mid-October!
To quote the bad guy in the Sinistar Game: "BEWARE--I LIVE!"
140 lbs down, and much more that's coming off very soon.
Life is worth living, this much is what I can understand.
Now if only we can get through this heat wave in one piece,
I daresay that this old boy will see another Happy New Year!
-LPR
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/aug/14/29626/
August 25th, 2011--
they do not hold out much hope for me.
My CHF is going heavy-duty,
and I've got pulmonary edema, to boot.
Looks like Death will be coming for me, after all.
October 25th, 2011--
At the Vista Transit Center.
I have somebody call 911 for me...
my lungs and heart are finally giving out.
They take me to Tri-City for another round
of Lasix, heparin, and a wing and a prayer.
Mike tells me that I'm not going to make it.
That tears it...sod that Serbian swine!
I chop back my food intake and give up
my favorite drink--diet colas.
I then begin to notice the transformation.
June, 2012--
I go in to see Doc Boquin, the Azzmunch from Buenos Aries.
He checks me over, and sees that my weight has crashed.
Once at 380lbs, I now weigh in at 307 lbs...amazing!
Talk about shocked city--Doc is patently giddy about my lost weight.
He says I'm recovering rather nicely, for a man with CHF.
August 2012--
Go shopping at Wally World for some new jeans.
Find some Size 50's, try them on and Viola!
I can now convert my sweatpants into cutoff shorts.
I get three pair (two black, one blue) for about $35.00
Plus, my shirt size has shrunk to 2XL--XL by mid-October!
To quote the bad guy in the Sinistar Game: "BEWARE--I LIVE!"
140 lbs down, and much more that's coming off very soon.
Life is worth living, this much is what I can understand.
Now if only we can get through this heat wave in one piece,
I daresay that this old boy will see another Happy New Year!
-LPR
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/aug/14/29626/