levee and let the gang clean up while I watched. My pulse was racing and breathing was shallow and inadequate. Hell, I couldn't even drive my PU home so a friend's wife drove it. Needless to say we came home and I went straight away to the ER. When the duty nurse saw me she immediately pulled me aside and rushed me into the bowels of Emergency. My pulse was 209, and I was under Supraventricular Tachicardia. The docs gave me a shot to stop my heart and restart it and all went "normal". I was released a few hours later and went home to rest.
Forward to last Saturday. I awakened again with a feeling of inadequate air intake and by later that morning I was back in the Hospital, not to awaken until the next day, after an emergency Tracheotomy was performed to save my life. All reports were that it was close, but the good Docs were able to "reclaim" me from the Grim Reaper. Now, I must deal with this life changing and likely permanent situation. It looks like my bottle digging and deer hunting days are over, because I am now on oxygen and can't be far from the beaten track, but the other "option" was unacceptable. I have my family to thank for the wonderful care I am given as I sit tied to a small compressor that pumps a 2% fraction of oxygen to augment my breathing. That alone keeps my Blood/Ox at 99%. Shoot,I even have to sleep in a hospital bed that Healthcare set up in our living room. Enough for now, I gotta get back to my recliner. Maybe I'll check in mañana. Here is a photo taken by my daughter, Kelly. It was her bulldog determination that got the full attention of the home care folks who FINALLY came through with the home care supplies that I was in desperate need of.
Today, I actually spent some time in the garage beginning to work on cutting the lower tang slot on a Miroku 1886 so that it will be fitted to the original parts that were placed on the gun.
