"Hey, Doc!"

Started about a week ago:

That Huffy-post image that I brought up a few days ago ..."Not a pretty picture to think of a demented, coughing and wheezing, fat old person with a dull look on their face being wheeled toward the exit door of a Nursing Home by someone paid $10 an hour with preciously little training in Geriatrics on their way out for their tri-weekly excursion to some McDonald's of Dialysis Centers."

No.  I have memory retrieval issues but I'm not demented. No coughing or wheezing -- not right now. I do carry 25 more pounds that when in graduate school 46 years ago ... c. .5 lbs/year. Yesterday, I was tired and the Good Youngish Doc immediately wondered if I were depressed. Depressed? I think not. Three months since a vacation and tired. And, my God-given wheels (though from time to time stiff with some neuropathic numbing in the extremities) and my kidneys are all still functional.

I am here at 3:00 am due to a simple series .... exciting or anxietizing dreams, either, lead to my waking from sleep with that great TV seller of pharmaceuticals ... Atrial fibrillation without complicating valve problems. When this occurs, the regulator that keeps a sinus rhythm ...
 B-bump .... B-bump .... B-bump .... Goes kerfluey .... Bump.Bump.Bump.Bump.....Bump.

It's decidedly an older person's irregularity. It can get set off by odd foods traveling down the gullet and disturbing the vagus nerve that wraps around the top side of the heart right outside the esophagus ... alcohol is a common trigger. Big meals do the same thing for me and so do dreams.

Nowadays, the right combo of drugs seems to shorted the episode. Anyway, it's March and M and I usually get in the car and drive South till it's warm. Leaving in a couple.

Days later ....

WE got there .... Made it to Hilton Head Island, So. Carolina. Something over 700 miles ... 1100 
kilometers.  Nice place .... long ride .... old drivers. Found a place to stay. Who could have known it was the Hormone Hotel and Beach Resort? M and I researched best we could when the undergraduate students Fly South to play in the Sun. As the Spring Semester is typically over by the first days of May, 22 March seemed safe from both the "lemme figure out sex" crowd and the motorcyclists that seem to migrate during the same weeks. 

Best laid plans. I think we forgot to take into account the dropouts .... I think we came to Dropout Week in Hilton Head. Yesterday on the beach we decided to spend the rest of our Spring R&R where we could relax. Home.

Did make us appreciate the quiet dignity of non-drinking, backwater Chincoteague where we've vacationed almost every year since 1982. Heading home, today, to be with GuntherDog. The Androgens and Estrogens feed more Cancer than Sex in the Last Quarter, anyway.

Drive Howard (and M), Drive!