called me at the hospital the other day and one of the first things I related to him was that I could't wait to get out of here to kick some ass when he asked me how I was feeling. I guess that's the pugilistic term for me to assert that I was on the mend? He then let me know about this particular post and I did promise to let you guys in on a few details.
I arrived home from the hospital earlier this evening, and within [about five] minutes of the arrival, Christopher, who knew nothing about the incident, called me. He's on active duty deployed in the Mediterranean. A little premonition, eh?
Bill and Stryke,
Al has been through a lot... and... Cant beat a fighter .
At this moment in time, I can stiil write and say "You can take the dog out of the fight but you can't take the fight out of the dog,"
something I adopted years ago.
tell him to go easy on the hospital folk.
When they first approached me with needles, my command to them to be gentle with this thin-skinned dude because I'm working on my 5th dan, probably earned me another shot/bag of Morphine.
No sneaking out after lights out!
Much better than that, Laird. I hung a picture of my new Low Rider by the side of my bed and they came, like moths to a candle.
All joking aside, though...
1) My youngest son's fast action got things going soon enough.
2) Being in good physical shape from maintaining a good diet and regular and consistant enercise, primarily Uechi and TKD kata practice, and the things I do with my bike, accellerated the healing process and also made for a strong and resilient heart. I really think my 30ish years of Uechi practice paid off.
3) Heart attacks can happen to anyone, no matter how good of a shape you're in or think you're in. The faster one acts during the onset determines not only life or death, but also the amount of permanent damage done to the heart when life is the outcome.
4) For myself, I'm getting a cell phone, no longer will I spend nights in the woods alone, plus follow a whole list of of dos and don'ts.
I'm getting a little sweated up, so I'm outta here.
[Edited only for grammar and spelling]
Always with an even keel.