A-fib
: As I write this, my heart is exhibiting the rhythm of an ornery, coked-up jazz drummer, which is to say, no rhythm at all. It’s in a-fib, as we say. So I take another pill and sit (and blog) and wait and hope it “converts.” And if it doesn’t, it’s to the damned ER I go. This is what Tony Blair had and Bill Bradley, too. It’s apparently a liberal affliction.
5 responses to “A-fib”
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The link’s not working, Jeff. I hope you’ve started to feel better.
[ thanks. i switched to a better and working link – jeff ] -
I used to have it regularly until I quit smoking.
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Well, you posted again, so you must be fine now. Thank God.
[ oh, i’m posting as it goes because i have nothing else to do but sit. but be warned: the condition tends to make a person ornery. it’s not life-threatening, folks. just very irritating. -jeff ] -
Hope that it settles down and you feel better.
Of course, if it doesn’t, the audience expects you to be blogging from the ER… -
It’s not liberals — my mother’s got it, as does Dick Cheney.
In any case, good luck with an early conversion.
As the pope said to bin Laden.
