Coronavirus Edition Part 7
Before I get into the music, let’s do a quick catch-up since it’s been awhile since my last post.
Wifey starts her new job today. She was laid off due to the coronavirus on St. Patrick’s Day (17 March for those that don’t have a calendar handy). She’s back in a law office, which is what she was doing for the last 5 years or so. And trying to claim unemployment here in #Floriduh has been a pain. But we made it work (again).
Obviously, I made it through the cardiac ablation fine. I haven’t had a follow up with the cardiologist that did the procedure yet, but I did have a follow up with my regular cardiologist and have a tele-medicine call with my family doctor tomorrow. No big warning signs have popped up, although my blood glucose is trending a bit high as well as my blood pressure. I’m blaming the blood pressure on the fact that I have had the anti-arrhythmia drugs stopped. Plus the fact that I am more than a bit overweight, which adds to both the blood pressure and glucose issues. Neither of the “problems” are serious at this time. Wifey and I are trying to maintain a better diet and now that my heart is beating normal again, we have restarted our walking in the mornings. The biggest issue I have from the procedure is the itching from where they shaved my groin for all the catheters they used. By my count I had one catheter in my right femoral vein, four in my left femoral vein and one in the left femoral artery. Even though I had stopped the Eliquis (blood thinner) two days prior to the procedure, I still bruised badly.
Other good news is that son-the-younger also has found a new job, and son-the-elder has finally made it back stateside from his Europe deployment, but back home quite yet.
Now, on to the music.
I have no clue why this is stuck in my head. I am not that big of fan of Mr. Springsteen. It is notable that the line “Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk” is what keeps repeating. Realizing of course, that “talk” rhymes with “walk”, I’m more used to hearing that guitarists strive to make their instruments “sing”. But then again, Bruce doesn’t really sing all the well either. Not that I do any better, but still. In retrospect, it’s no worse that Eric Clapton and George Harrison using the line “Then I told ‘bout our kid / Now he’s married to Mabel”. Mabel rhymes with “table” the last word of the previous verse. Artistic license as it best/worst?
I picked this version of the song simply because of Melissa Etheridge. I had a cassette tape of her first album when I was stationed in Korea. I wore that tape out. I love her voice!
P.S. I had blood work done yesterday and I just got the results. My glucose is firmly in the normal area. So disregard the above!