Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The Bottom of My Heart

Hi, Drunkards.

Today on "Jeopardy," there was a category called "Heart Surgery with Dr. Oz."

First, I think Dr. Oz is a farking hack who shouldn't be allowed on cable access, let alone the most prestigious quiz show in the country.

Would vote Alex Trebek into any office if he weren't a
Canadian bastard.
But today, the category - if not the celebrity doctor-lite friend-of-Oprah presenting it - resonated with me.

My mom is having heart surgery tomorrow.

She has a leaky heart valve, as I've mentioned before.

Tomorrow she will report to the hospital at f*cking 5:00 a.m., so that she can receive an operation that I hope will save her life.

I hope...and yeah, I pray. I don't fucking pray, but I pray my mom will be OK.

My God looks like this. Your mileage may vary.

In any event. my mom goes into surgery at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow, May 25, 2017.

I need this to go well, you guys.

I don't give a fuck whether she is watched over by Jesus, Christian God, Shiva, Buddha, or anyone the fuck else.

I just want my mom - a good person whom I love with all my heart - to come out of surgery OK.

If you can send some good energy her way, I thank you.

I owe you.


  1. Lots of good energy is going your mother's way this morning. All I want in return is for all three of you to be happy. PDaughter is included in that. Grandmothers are a special thing to have.

  2. Chuck, I'm an atheist but believe in the power of good energy, which I'm sending your way for you and your mom.

  3. I'm trying to summon good energy for you. That's got to be a scary day and I hope all goes well.


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