Hi everyone, ole TW back at ya again. Well I went to the Cardiologist this morning, he just gave me a run down on the upcoming events for next week. Have to stop the coumadin, take the lovanox shots in the belly for a couple of days and then to the hospital on Wednesday for a right and left heart cath. Just the same ole, same ole.
Other than that I had a great few days this week, my Granddaughters, ages 3 and 5 came to Papa Terry's and Granny's for a few days. We had a blast with em, but God I forgot how much energy those lil whippersnappers have. Papa T was worn to a frazzle when they went back home. Maybe I'll be rested up in time for the roto rooter(cath), on Wednesday....lol. One conclusion I came to though, is that an ATV is the best thing ever invented....haven't seen a kid yet that didn't love em. I probably put 100 miles on my ATV riding those lil crumb crunchers around. But I loved every minute of it with em, probably more than they did......smiles
Yall cross ya fingers for me on the results of my upcoming tests, hopefully everything will come out fine.
I went to chat in PHA for a lil while last night and chatted up some of my good friends. Everyone was talking about going to the PHA convention in Houston. It makes Judi and me sick that we're not going to be able to attend, we've been looking forward to it since we first learned about it. Oh well, seems like I could see a lil sunshine sometimes in all this dayum gloom. I guess there's no use in dwelling on it, there will be another one. I sure was wanting to meet everyone though.
Guess I better get outta here, I done used up all my allotted electricity for my computer and I hate to take any away from Judi's cooking allotment.
To all my Friends Hugs and hand shakes. Yall come!!!!

TW

Hello Everyone. Looks like its that time again. All my docs have pretty much left me alone except for lil checkups and minor tests, 6 min walks, etc. Guess they figured I'd hadn't been run through the ringer in a while so, as Tony says, The Kings got together and decided " Let's Do Him Some More." My Pulmonary Specialist, Dr Babar is trying to decide whether he'd like to torture me with needles and mechanical pumping devices. I think he's enjoying it so much that he's even let a new friendly Queen Pulmonary Specialist, Dr Fagan join in on the fun because he's such a nice guy he wouldn't want to have all the fun by himself. Wait that's not all, they decided to let the Cardiac King in on the fun. I can seem them all now, their shiny white coats, with their sophisticated lil name plates all gathered around the round table of conference,laughing and joking, saying I know, we can do a right and a left heart cath so we can dig realllllllllllll deep and see just what makes him tick.
The Cardiac King says, I'll look at the left side and also check to see if there are any blockages making TW have these chest pains. The King and Queen of Pulmonary say ok thats cool, we'll look at the right side and check and see just what his pressures have been doing since his last right heart cath. Maybe if they're worse we can stick him really good with some Remodulin. Then all the doctor Kings and Queen say, yeah maybe this will do Miss Judi a job too, she's gotten a lot better about TW's illness, maybe we can worry the hell outta her some more. Of course myself, ole TW, being the most wonderful patient in the world, who's body looks like its been through a meat grinder from surgerys, says sure whatever you guys think will help. After all I'll do anything I can just to live a little longer.

TW

Have a great weekend

City Boy and the Shine

Heyz everyone, thanks for stoppin by. I was reading this morning, well Judi was reading to me, as I never finished the second grade and some of those words are tuff on me, and would you believe they arrested someone in the county for moonshining. I thought those good ole days were gone. I guess people do whatever they can these days to make a penny, with the price of everything so high and all. The good ole dayz...... Reminds me of the time when a cousin of mine come to visit from the city. He was a pretty boy, you know the starched pants and shirt type with every hair in place, neatly slicked down with that fancy city store bought hair tonic.
Anyway, one weekend he came up and we, my other cousins from up the road, decided we'd pull a lil prank on the boy. We told him that we knew where a moonshine still was in the woods that belonged to Old Man Thompson, and after dark we were gonna go in and steal his shine and go sell it. Lordy, talk about hook, line and sinker, he sucked it right up, he absolutely could not wait to go get that shine and go sell it so we could all go to the moving pictures show. Well right before dark one of my cousins said he had to go home that he'd meet us down close to the still. The truth was he went home and got a shotgun and sneaked down to woods ahead of us and hid. Well we sat and talked and laffed about how Old Man Thompson was gonna be mad as heck because someone had stolen his moonshine, but we must never tell anyone, of course because Old Man Thompson would shoot and kill us....lol. Well you could see in Kevins eyes this sorta caught his attention, the gitting shot part that is...But of course we reassured him that Old Man Thompson went to be early on Friday night and probably wouldn't be checking on his still.
About dark thirty came and we all got in the old truck and started down the road, laffing like all 15 year old boys about to get into some mischief. All that moonshine that we were gonna get and the big money we were gonna sell it for.....whew, makes the mind just quaver....lol. We stopped on the side of a dirt road and looked across an open field that was about a quarter of a mile across. We told Kevin that we had to cross that field to get to the still but it was easy walking, and the still was just inside the woods on the other side. Shhhhhh....hold yalls voices down just in case Old Man Thompson is around, and across this wide open pasture we went, stopping all along to listen. I told Kevin how the shine was bottled in jugs and he was to grab as many as he could tote. I was about to laff my butt off, every time at looked at Shelby, my other cousin I'd get so tickled I'd have to hold my mouth and look away. As we were almost to the woodline I could see a flicker of light, my other cousins signal. Well he went to cussing, swearing and hollering "yall trying to steal my shine", and started shooting the gun in the air, I started yelling that I was shot and fell to the ground moaning and bouncing around like I was in terrible pain. I looked up and my city boy cousin, Kevin, had already crossed that quarter mile pasture in world record time, jumped a four foot barbwire fence and was leaving a dust cloud behind him as he ran down the road. In my entire life I've never saw anyone run that fast and jump that high......My cousins and I were laffin so hard I peed myself, that was the best one we'd ever done. We made our way across the field and got back in the truck to go look for Kevin. Well we found him hiding in some bushes about two miles up the road, he wouldn't come out at first because he thought we were Old Man Thompson done come to shoot him. Then he saw us in the truck, rolling with laughter. After making fun of him, we explained there was no still, no Old Man Thompson and it was Mark my other cousin in the woods shooting the shotgun in the air. After this we never could get Kevin to go anywhere with us...lol. Ya know it didn't take much in the old days to keep ourselves amused, but I bet it was a lot more fun than a video game.
Gotta go for now yall, but come back when ya can. God Bless

TW

The Visitation

Hello to everyone stopping by. Its been a few days since I've had time to sit down and write a little. My oldest son Shane and my three Grandsons, Christian, Stevie and Dillon came up and stayed a few days up on Poverty Hill. Needless to say, my butt is still a dragging. We started off the weekend by taking in a movie, Indiana Jones, and of course I had to explain to them how I taught Indiana everything that he knew. That he was a lil orphan boy that I found sleeping in a tater patch and took him under my wing to teach him how to find buried treasures, crystal skulls and the such. Then I had to show my unique fighting skills of Kung Fu, Karate, Ju Jitssu and the Poverty Hill body slam. We visited the fishing hole where monster skulls of all types were found. Saber Toothed Tigers(a beaver skull), Flesh Eating Giant Alligators(catfish head, rather large), and the reclusive Poverty Hill Jungle Jaguar(a dog skull). While the imaginations were in full swing we had to discuss how the dinosaurs had roamed these hills and had drank water from this very watering hole, especially the Tyrannosaurus Rex which was the king of Poverty Hill at that time, which I had killed and taken over Poverty Hill back in my younger days before I got sick.
In the next few dayz we had target practice, ventured into the thick jungle surrounding Poverty Hill, looked for the ever elusive white tailed deer, blazed paths through the thickly overgrown vegetation(Judi's flower bed) and mainly just had a great time. I loved watching my Son with his Sons, it makes a Father proud to see how the next generations are coming along. Thank You God for letting me remain here long enough to see this, I am truly blessed.
Well its gettin on and I still got my chores to do before dark thirty. Yall do stop by again if you're in the neighborhood, its always good to have friends come by.
Wavin.........see yall later....

TW