Okay, so I’m home.
Now I have to evaluate my life which is a little strange. Apparently I have had a near-death experience – I was told in no uncertain terms that I had had a full blown heart attack and that I was extremely lucky to be alive. It doesn’t feel like that though. I am a firm believer in my own immortality so I’m not quite sure what the fuss is all about.
Things have changed though in a way I cannot define. I feel like I have walked through a door into a different life which is identical to the old life but with subtle changes. For a start, I’m not that bothered about the pipe any more. Of course the hospital mob went to town on the whole smoking lark and I was all but told that one single puff of baccy would instantly kill me stone dead. I ignored all their “advice” and was determined to carry on as before. However in spite of my determination to live my own life as I see fit, I have become relatively abstemious on the pipe front. Weird? It worries me a bit as I feel I am betraying my own cause. One thing I can guarantee though – I will never ever become an anti-smoker. I promise.
Smoking aside, I am also under the strictest orders not to do anything remotely strenuous. Lifting of any shape form or description is verboten. Having been ordered to avoid any exertion, they then tell me I have to exercise. That obvious contradiction seems to have gone over their heads.
I was a little overwhelmed by the response to my last couple of musings. There are so many comments from people who have remained silent until now and all I can say is welcome one and all.
Thank you everyone for your wishes.
I am humbled.