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I really don't know whether I should post this or not but I really do want too share with the rest of you what Don, Walosi, and I shared with one another.
Walosi is and always will be a brother of the heart and Spirit as Uncle Bill is too me as well.
I dearly love them both and when Uncle Bill does walk West I will grieve and cry and mourn over him as well.....
I hope this doesn't offend Brian or Al and they get a glimpse of their dad they maybe had not seen before.....
This was sent on Saturday the 11th month and the 20th day of 2004.
Osiyo Bro.
I 'bout scrood de moose .... andhe 'bout scrood me back. Told you I was
on heavy steroids for the re-run of GB. They started putting heavy
fluidson me, and they gave me a dose of lasix to run off the extra, but
somehowthe dose was too small, and the fluids hit my heart - congestive
heart failure last mondday night - just barely made it in in time. Got
on heavy lasix and heparin, and got it down by yesterday, only slight
enzyme reading for an indication of heart damage - some, but nothing
that registers on anything else they can find. That is some of the good
news. They decided to do an angiogramto find out how much fat and plaque
has collected since the triple bypass te years ago (almost to the week)
and were already arguing whether surgery, angioplasty or just more
chemicals would be rightr to temomopve the buildup - ten years, gotta be
a buildup, right??? They went in last night and looked the entire length
of the bypass routes - good clear pictures ofthe staples used to make
the connections, etc., etc. I was awake, talking to them, looking at the
same crystal clear "night vision" pics they saw. No build up. Nada.
Nichts.Zilch. Absolutely clean and clear. TEN YEARS LATER!!!! They ent
through the entire route to make sure nothing had brokern loose, shifed,
etc., etc. and there was simply no collection of fat, plaque, or the
other stuff likein the Lipitor commercial. I suggested we take the
entire route, sell it to Lipitor and make a bundle. I thininkthey
actually thought it over. Told them the only plausible thing I
couldthingk of was modeate applications of Prince Albert and Sweetgrass,
but tey didn't seem too receptive, especially when I told them that
Sweetgrass was sacred in some circles. That got a silence that shook the
room. Later one of the girls asked me aside if I really used Sweetgrass.
Strangely enough she had black hair and dark, dark blue eyes. One doc
told his partner to get good stills, it was one in a million. Didn't
hurt my feelings one damn bit, because they used all the veins in both
legs on the first bypasses. Bro, "sweetgrass" to me, is a longbladed
grass that grows in some places by my driveway. When I can reach it,
from the chair or when the mower blows it on thedrveway, Ipick it up and
dry it, twist it into the Prince Albert for flavor, and smoke it. When
green, it has a sweet taste as opposed to the bitter leaves that grow
around it. I have no idea what it is - it just tastes sweet.
Anyhoo, I am a real careful frog now. Maybe the frog in the garden was
looking farther ahead than I was capable of seeing. Must be, because
this caught me completely off guard. Had trouble breathing and when it
got short and panicky I called 911. Morew funny stuff - They did the
angio last night.WhenI got up this AM (about 0300) I felt IHAD to come
home today - still don't know why. They said OK, if I could convince the
hospitals chie ftherapist that I was independent on a walker. I had gone
about 150" on a walker up to that point, at the re-hab hospital, with a
big attendant behind me with his hand wrapped in a saftey belt around my
waist. They knew this - it was in the PT records. I got mad, or
determined, or some damn thing, TWICE, I walked from my bed, out th
door, around the foyer, 1000' down to and from the feight elevators and
back to my bed with no safety belt, no attendand, and the chief
therapist stoping me every few 100 feet to take my blood pressure. It
stayed in the 145/65 ramge amd ruined her day. I hope her firstborn
doesn't have her facial expression from that little adventure, 'cause he
will be one ugly kid.
Bri goes back to NC on the 23rd for some badly needed R&R. He has run
with his tongue hanging out for the last three months non-stop, and no
one could have asked for a better son. Al would have given up s much,
but ifhe had, he would have been an unemployed "nearly fifty" with about
as much chance of making itas a snowball in hell. His time will come, I
fear, but he will show as well then, If I need him. As usual, Barb, with
all her troubles, has been the strong one through it all even if she
doesn't understand it. May the Elders watch us well. Seems we can use
all we get from them.
One shaky frawg -
Don
Walosi is and always will be a brother of the heart and Spirit as Uncle Bill is too me as well.
I dearly love them both and when Uncle Bill does walk West I will grieve and cry and mourn over him as well.....
I hope this doesn't offend Brian or Al and they get a glimpse of their dad they maybe had not seen before.....
This was sent on Saturday the 11th month and the 20th day of 2004.
Osiyo Bro.
I 'bout scrood de moose .... andhe 'bout scrood me back. Told you I was
on heavy steroids for the re-run of GB. They started putting heavy
fluidson me, and they gave me a dose of lasix to run off the extra, but
somehowthe dose was too small, and the fluids hit my heart - congestive
heart failure last mondday night - just barely made it in in time. Got
on heavy lasix and heparin, and got it down by yesterday, only slight
enzyme reading for an indication of heart damage - some, but nothing
that registers on anything else they can find. That is some of the good
news. They decided to do an angiogramto find out how much fat and plaque
has collected since the triple bypass te years ago (almost to the week)
and were already arguing whether surgery, angioplasty or just more
chemicals would be rightr to temomopve the buildup - ten years, gotta be
a buildup, right??? They went in last night and looked the entire length
of the bypass routes - good clear pictures ofthe staples used to make
the connections, etc., etc. I was awake, talking to them, looking at the
same crystal clear "night vision" pics they saw. No build up. Nada.
Nichts.Zilch. Absolutely clean and clear. TEN YEARS LATER!!!! They ent
through the entire route to make sure nothing had brokern loose, shifed,
etc., etc. and there was simply no collection of fat, plaque, or the
other stuff likein the Lipitor commercial. I suggested we take the
entire route, sell it to Lipitor and make a bundle. I thininkthey
actually thought it over. Told them the only plausible thing I
couldthingk of was modeate applications of Prince Albert and Sweetgrass,
but tey didn't seem too receptive, especially when I told them that
Sweetgrass was sacred in some circles. That got a silence that shook the
room. Later one of the girls asked me aside if I really used Sweetgrass.
Strangely enough she had black hair and dark, dark blue eyes. One doc
told his partner to get good stills, it was one in a million. Didn't
hurt my feelings one damn bit, because they used all the veins in both
legs on the first bypasses. Bro, "sweetgrass" to me, is a longbladed
grass that grows in some places by my driveway. When I can reach it,
from the chair or when the mower blows it on thedrveway, Ipick it up and
dry it, twist it into the Prince Albert for flavor, and smoke it. When
green, it has a sweet taste as opposed to the bitter leaves that grow
around it. I have no idea what it is - it just tastes sweet.
Anyhoo, I am a real careful frog now. Maybe the frog in the garden was
looking farther ahead than I was capable of seeing. Must be, because
this caught me completely off guard. Had trouble breathing and when it
got short and panicky I called 911. Morew funny stuff - They did the
angio last night.WhenI got up this AM (about 0300) I felt IHAD to come
home today - still don't know why. They said OK, if I could convince the
hospitals chie ftherapist that I was independent on a walker. I had gone
about 150" on a walker up to that point, at the re-hab hospital, with a
big attendant behind me with his hand wrapped in a saftey belt around my
waist. They knew this - it was in the PT records. I got mad, or
determined, or some damn thing, TWICE, I walked from my bed, out th
door, around the foyer, 1000' down to and from the feight elevators and
back to my bed with no safety belt, no attendand, and the chief
therapist stoping me every few 100 feet to take my blood pressure. It
stayed in the 145/65 ramge amd ruined her day. I hope her firstborn
doesn't have her facial expression from that little adventure, 'cause he
will be one ugly kid.
Bri goes back to NC on the 23rd for some badly needed R&R. He has run
with his tongue hanging out for the last three months non-stop, and no
one could have asked for a better son. Al would have given up s much,
but ifhe had, he would have been an unemployed "nearly fifty" with about
as much chance of making itas a snowball in hell. His time will come, I
fear, but he will show as well then, If I need him. As usual, Barb, with
all her troubles, has been the strong one through it all even if she
doesn't understand it. May the Elders watch us well. Seems we can use
all we get from them.
One shaky frawg -
Don
I treasure all of the emails I still have of Walosi's.
