The talented Greg Peters of the sharp pen is heading up to Cleveland for open-heart surgery. Ouch.
I’ve actually been feeling like crap for a couple of years, unable to concentrate, constantly sleepy, etc, but in the last couple of months it’s gotten severe. About all I can do these days is retain water, but I can do it like a pro.
In about two weeks, I will be undergoing open-heart aortic valve replacement at the Cleveland Clinic, with an option to remain hooked to a heart-lung machine and be put on a transplant list if things go wrong. If things go right, I’ll be home in ten days. If things go really wrong ¦ at least one doctor has put my chances of getting off the table alive at 50-50, although he a) is not my surgeon and b) also described my heart in terms that led me to think he was describing a nice London Broil and was perhaps merely hungry.
The coffee just having kicked in, I realize that I will be in the Greater Cleveland Metro Area between November 22nd and 27th for Thanksgiving. The math tells me, however, that Greg may not be up there until downing that turkey and fixin’s at home in Weeziana. Hey, if you’re going to get a valve replaced, you’d might as well clog it up pretty good beforehand.
Suspect Device will be on hold until Greg recuperates; well-deserved time off for one who has given us so much, including this, this and this (the last from February of 2005).
