La Vie...presque la Mort

Et bien, je viens de passer--je ne me souviens  plus combien--quelque jours à l'hôpital, ayant eu une crise cardiaque. C'est bizarre  donc, ce que je ne puis me rappeller le nombre de jours exacte...ça ressent la grande Fâtalité.  Boy, it's easy to say stupendously silly things in French. Anyway, yes, I almost died--and with a double whammy of bacterial (!?) pneumonia, turned septicimia, and the occlusion of (I think) the upper left ventricular artery, whose paint-like (by mano e mano) accretion had been gradual. A stent (tiny, bitty woven  wire tube driven through th'occluding clot of mostly cholesterol--plaque--put in during catheterization) has miracolossamente assai fuckin saved me from what was (though I knew it not) an impending, very unpleasant death.

But instead--and, yes, though I am a Hippy in my Soul, with Gratitude to the Beneficent Universe--My heart rejoices with arterial bloodflow like it hasn't seen, or been suffused with, for thirty or forty years. And you know what's weird is I'm actually (I think) hearing my heart, dumb muscle, thinking. And not just thinking, having a holiday.