Little update, because I don’t have a big one

This isn’t the blog post I started out writing a few days ago. Saving you from that humorous beardy expose was the fact that I’m missing a picture. Oh, and this version is so much more revealing.

What a week, eh? There I was, at work Wed. night, weathering through what passes for a blizzard in these parts, when I found myself with a choice: head out into the storm to what the radio promised me would be an six to eleven hour commute (getting me home sometime Thursday, if I still had gas), or circling around the parking lot and sleeping the night in the office.

I went for the office. Or as Kim thinks of it, the decision that saved my life, probably. Horribly long and boring night, and the couch at work should be sanitized if it hasn’t already been (sorry folks – turns out its comfortable for sitting, not so much for resting).  The drive home from work was somewhat post-apocalyptic – so many cars abandoned in the road, like some horrible plague of frozen brain chiggers had descended on the area.

And then I started coughing. This is going to sound weird, but it felt like an allergy cough, which was odd given the time of the year. By the time I got home, I was ready to do only one thing – crash, and crash I did. I vaguely remember getting up for dinner and feeling like it was a little hard to breathe, then out again on the couch until morning.

Which is how I knew I should agree with Kim and go to the doctor’s. This wasn’t fatigue – this was something worse. The elephant in the room, as it were, was sitting on my chest. The doctor’s office quickly turned into the emergency ER, which quickly devolved into admission to the hospital. The technical phrase the kids like to bandy around is congestive heart failure, which in this case is a really fancy way of saying the heart isn’t pumping enough liquid away from my lungs.

I’m doing fine. As of a little bit ago, it doesn’t sound like I’m going to have to have any surgery, and may be out of here soon (next couple of days, not sure when I’ll be back at work though). As you can see through the wonders of the macbook camera, I’m a mess of a sight, but I’m still kicking.

And that’s my recap. Nothing about beards, or current writing deadlines or goals, because those are all in the post you almost got instead. Whew! Thank goodness for the intervention, Kim! 🙂