I love reading Barbara Lombardo's blogs. She makes me laugh with her realistic outlook on life. I'm realistic, too. But maybe not as funny.
It wasn't Cadbury eggs that I longed for on Easter Sunday. But the small size Reese's peanut butter cups. That way when you eat more than one you think you're really not cheating.
To make matters worse or better whichever way you want to look at it, I didn't feel too guilty popping a couple in my mouth. I went for my bi-annual examination with my cardiogist, Dr. Andrij Baran. He told me I was doing great. However, my dual chamber pacemaker is getting close to its dying point. The sheet he printed out looks like a gas gauge. When it gets down to near empty you must go every month to have it checked. The last marking is EOL, which means end of life of the battery not me. Then what happens? He laughed. That's when the battery must be replaced.
Well, believe me I'm not going to wait until it reaches EOL. Get the darn thing out and let me start kicking up my heals again.
In the meantime, I'll go faithfully to have it checked and hope it doesn't get to close to EOL. And, even though I shouldn't I'll pop a couple of Reese's peanut butter cups in my mouth until it almost reads EOL.
I'll might as well be happy.