I used to give a lot, but I stopped because everytime I went my irregular heart beat set off sirens, and I ended up in one of those stupid backless robes in a cardiologists office with electrodes attached to my chest.
And I don't want to hear about surgical options where they ram a catheter up my main artery in my leg, snake it up to my heart and start shorting out nerve endings again.
Nor do I want to be on pills for the rest of my life.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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