Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Not Merde, It's Shit
First of all, I’m not trying to be Debby Downer, but last Wednesday, I was released from the hospital, diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. Scary shit. My appointments with the specialists are next week but I was told at the hospital to watch the sodium. I have to literally rethink my lifestyle. I mean what if what you are eating is killing you? I want to say shit again but maybe I will use the French word “Merde”. No, it might mean the same in France but I need to say shit. I guess I should be Suzy Sunshine and say I am happy to be alive and I am but I like to go out and have a couple of drinks and occasionally have a crazy night out with my friends and now when I go out I’m afraid that everyone visualizes the Grim Reaper standing behind me. Including me.