Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I had an appointment with the cardiologists over at the KC VA yesterday and they clarified that USB plugged device I got in the mail. Future shock is what it is. They’re sending me a thing to sleep in the vicinity of that will communicate each night with my nocturnal electrical emissions device [defibrillator].
They’re sending it to me and all I have to do is plug this into it and around 2:00 am the shocker will download my days affairs of the heart to it. And it will quickly upload it all to someplace in San Francisco where another machine will look it over, twiddle its thumbs, and decide whether there’s anything illegal my heart muscle’s been up to.
In the unlikely event my heart’s been sneaking around getting cheap thrills and got busted by the defibrillator whispering gossip about it to the Coleman Camp Stove piece, and it reporting it to the San Francisco Heart Police, they’ll send it to the KCVA cardiologist right after breakfast, next day.
Then, if he thinks it’s worth it, the cardiologist will contact me and explain what’s going on, or went on, while I slept.
So KC VA cardiologists don’t want to see me until something interesting happens and they find out about it from the heartthrob gossip columnists. And the previous day the private cardiologist who put it there in my shoulder examined it and said essentially the same thing,
How about that? Barring any new drama I don’t have to see anyone about my broken heart for a year. And other than the physical therapy that will go on for another month-or-so, I’m draft-exempt insofar as medicos. Sure, I’ll have to fill various prescriptions and be financially crippled for the remainder of my life because of this series of events beginning November 9, 2013. But I’ll just be writing $10 checks to each of them every month unless they turn me over to their collection agencies.
If they send out their constables with summonses or their leg breakers trying to squeeze blood out of a broken heart shaped more like a turnip, power to them. Get in line. I’ve got no more sympathy for them than a multinational bank has for someone loses his job and gets behind on house payments.
Except the VA. If you can’t pay whatever’s due them for co-pay they go directly to Social Security and get it deducted from your pension. I’ve naturally got more than my fair share of sympathy for folks who can do that.