“Mike,” I said.
Mr. Hawaiian guy left us. I think that guy smokes, I whispered to Mike once Hawaiian guy was gone. “I can smell it on him. How is it that some people can smoke, drink in excess, eat in excess do whatever in excess and yet here I am and there he is looking healthier than health.”
“It’s not your fault, Baby,” he said and patted my arm.
I smiled up at Mike and to change the subject I proceeded to fill him in on all the goings on.
The curtains emptied, the place became cavernous. I, the lone survivor, with my partner in crime, Mike, was waiting to be picked up. Before long, Mr. Hawaiian came over to do just that. He instructed Mike as to where to wait and off we went.
The cath lab. I remember this cath lab. First, I was not given any Benadryl or Valium to pre sedate me so I was completely aware. And let me tell you it was scary. The picture below is more or less what I saw.
I think there should be a part six, hey? So…