Yep, I know.
I was one of the people that said, "Ok. So, you're retiring? ( or practicing retiring like Finn does. ROFL.) What's the big deal? You think you gotta make some big announcement like your leaving is some big deal in the great scheme of things? Get over yourself, Mr. Man."
But, some of y'all know more about my medical history than others and you're good people and I wouldn't want to worry you if you were to give my sorry ass a second thought.
I'm cuttin it way back, kids. Takin' a breather. Dare I say callin it quits. Movin' on. I have my hands in sooo many cookie jars I need some more hands.
Gotta love life. My little school of Fish is gettin bigger and needs more dad time. The wife gradiated frum Kollidge. Now it's my tern. See? I need the skooling.
I've lost over 270lbs. I'm a (by world standards) normal looking person now and can get aro [... more]
Warning. This aint for the weak of heart. Last warning....
So, it's 1:30AM Wednesday July 18th. I wake up to the sound of myself falling from my bed.
No big deal I suppose. Except for one thing: I seem to be out of breath. Kinda weird cuz i'm supposed to be sleeping and I feel like i've just run a mile. Yeah, that's a lot for a fat guy. LOL But I digress...
So, the lovely Mrs Fish, having been roused from her slumber by her rather large hubbu falling from bed asks if I'm OK. I answer yes, i'm fine go back to sleep. I'll get up in a minute, I can't seem to get my breath.
Next thing I know ( later to find out this is when I once again became responsive ) the lovely Mrs Fish is waking the neighborhood hollerin' at me to respond to her while she's talking with the 911 Emergency dispatcher giving updates as to my status.
I'm thinkin to myself, "This can't be [... more]
