May 16th.

My parents’ 64th anniversary, had my dad lived past their 53rd.

Another anniversary…..and, as Forest Gump would say…….that’s all I want to say about that.

And now, another day to remember.  May 16, 2015, the day that Beldar Jr. decided to sound the alarm.  At 6:50 AM, my chest woke me up.  Two years and 22 days after getting him, he’s ready to leave me!  I am still making monthly payments on him, too!  When I first got a pacemaker/defibrillator implanted, I was told it would last five or six years.  My first one, named Beldar due to feeling like an alien had invaded my chest, lasted two years seven months and 29 days.  I think.  I’ll have to look at a previous blog to be sure.  I don’t think my insurance company is going to like me very much.  The first one was billed at $98,000 and the second one was $58,000 since they just replaced the device and used the same leads to my heart.  But besides the money, I really don’t relish the thought of my chest being cut open every other year!  They can’t/don’t/won’t use the same incision, so they cut right next to the old one.  With my track record, I will have ten more of these if I live to be 80.  Nice, huh?! When oh when will someone really smart figure out how to make devices with rechargeable batteries?!  When I go for a device check, I sit next to the technician and a big machine.  They put a thing over my shoulder onto Beldar for a minute or so, then take it off.  I then can walk, talk, move about.  But I am blue toothed of sorts with the machine.  The tech will go, ‘if you feel your heart racing, that’s me!’  She/he can speed up or stop my heart if they choose!  Now seems to me, if they can do that, they could put that thing back on Beldar and charge him up!  Just sayin’…

I will call tomorrow and start planning for surgery….again.