03/09/2016
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weight
202
Spring
came back full tilt yesterday and made it up to 71 degrees, a
beautiful day and I got in 3 walks. Today I'm getting caught
up on the blog as I get ready to head down the my southern house in
Springfield, to finally get some more work done.
call
911
After
yesterday's post, I started reading up on heart attack symptoms and
really had to smile.
They
basically ran down the list of what you're used to hearing all the
time, chest pains, hard breathing, pains in the arms, etc. etc. and
as with anybody who makes a living off other people's problems, they
kept rattling off the advice to call 911 and wait for the
ambulance, no matter what.
Just
like the old fire safety advice of, no matter what , run out of your
house and call the fire department and wait. Even if it's just a
small grease fire on the stove or a spark, don't try to put it out.
Just let your house burn while you wait for the experts.
So
back to calling 911 every time you feel the slightest tweak of
symptoms.
1
day you feel a dull ache in your arm, following this advice, you
call 911, and wait for your ride, while the neighbors look on,
and your wife worries.
At
the hospital, the friendly folks in the emergency room give you the
OK, nothing's wrong, and you go home realizing that you just
spent the down payment on a new car. And that's just for the
ambulance ride, you don't want to see the emergency room bill.
When
you do get the bill, your chest suddenly tightens up, and you call
911 again. A few more tests, and now you are worried, not just
about your health, but how you're going to cover the bills.
Stress
builds, when your insurance payments go up to help cover their profit
margin, and yes, it's another 911 call. This time, after a
few more tests, they inform you that you're really stressed out and
give you a prescription for blood pressure medication.
You've
now got the cost of a prescription to worry about, and you start
remembering all those news stories about people losing their
insurance when the bills got too high.
Then
1 day the cancellation notice shows up, the same day as your
latest medical bill, and your wife dials 911, as you hit the
floor with a groan and a thud.
“Sorry,
ma'am,” they say. “ If you could have just called sooner.”
Remember!
1
bite at a time, and 1 day at a time!
KRASH
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