Treadmill

The results of the treadmill stress test at the cardiologist's office: inconclusive. My situation, however, is not inconclusive. The cardiologist disclosed that there were "abnormalities." He believes that I may have a clogged artery in my heart. So, I will be taking another stress test early next month, a chemical one, with a radioactive substance injected into my bloodstream. The ordeal will take over five hours.

Typical Conclusive Hottie

I am pretty certain that the prognosis is accurate. I have monitored abnormal heart activity during my workouts at the gym, albeit minor ones. The problem persists even though I have been careful to rehydrate during the workouts. So, dehydration was only a minor factor.

A clogged artery in the heart will most likely require extremely invasive surgery. I doubt that the stents remedy will apply in my case. Although premature, I really don't want to consent to surgery. Once such a drastic operation is completed, I will be on an accelerated downhill slide. I'll probably look and feel as though I am 80 years old. And, I will most likely have to take several kinds of medication for the remainder of my life. Old and decrepit. No, thanks.

As you can probably guess, my morale took a big hit. My mortality is always begging to remind me that the end is near. I don't look like a 60 year old codger, and that has been a blessing. My "youth" is all that I have. Yeah, I don't have fame, fortune, or any babes. I have nothing outside of myself and my handful of material possessions.

As I stated previously, I doubt that will live to be 80 years old. And, from what I have seen of people in that age group, I really don't want to. The decrepitude is simply intolerable.

Slob Manor (Read: Rental Housing) Mini-Update®
I was surprised to learn that Alan did not have enough money to pay the August rent for the dump. He earns $82,000 gross per year. A lot is deducted for taxes, which he partially recovers after filing his annual tax paperwork. A good chunk of his money is being sunk into the "McMansion" in Arizona, a place where he does not reside. Really, why doesn't he sell the place while it's at its peak assessed value? Then, why not also cash out his retirement stock fund? He's 62 years old, so there's no penalty. With the money (about $300,000), he could rent a nice studio, purchase an expensive and flashy vehicle, and spend all of his time pursuing young hotties.

Comments Mini-Update®
Rather than create a Speak! Mini-Update® in response to reader comments, I may or may not reply in the comment section. Overall, it would be much easier to facilitate. And, comments will no longer be moderated.