Is this guy serious???

As most everyday followers of my blog should know by now, old Billy Bob don't get serious.

Yesterday night, I said I would tell ya bout tachycardia and Billy Bob. Well, ya see, it's like this....back in 1995 I was work'n on a ladder and I says..."why don't you feel good"? At that time, all I knew to do was sit down and say...."I don't feel good"? A EMS volunteer come to my rescue and took my pulse. It was too fast to count, so's he took me to the EMS place where they had an ambulance with my name on it....off to the hospital we went. And kind of weird gadgets hook up to me. A heart specialist was there to greet me at the door. More gadgets connected. But....by the time they turn on them gadgets, my heart rate was down to 100 beats per minute. A miracle. Doc told me all bout tachycardia and his rendition of the causes. He told me how to "attempt" to stop the rapid heart rate, by tossing cold water in my face, simulating a bowl movement (gotta be careful here) and coughing.  He says there is a receptor, or something like that, what causes a short circuit doubling your heart rate. Mine has always been double of what it is normally. ie, 80x2=160 like last night.

Now what initiates a tachycardia attack in old Billy Bob. Sometimes nothing. Other times when I gets highly perturbed (pissed off) about something. Over eating is another cause instituted by another health issue we ain't going into. Ain't it fun get'n old and hav'n health issues? Yesterday, I got a little pissed at a neighbor and then I ate me up two great big chicken samiches for supper. That's 4 slices bread and almost a pound of chicken what I cooked in my solar oven. One more thing about tachycardia. It's not good for ya. Ya see it's like this....when your heart beats too fast, the valves in your heart float and your blood pressure will try to equalize. When that happens, you have very little blood flow and oxygen to your main computing system....the brain. You gonna die. I take medication for tachycardia and last night was the first attack in over 2 years.

OK....now you know the rest of the story.

Todays golf ball swak'n day a great time for Billy Bob, but not so good for old pesky neighbor Wayne. Seems he just don't care where he hits his balls....in the water, in the desert or in the other fareways. Shoot, anybody can do that.

It was a cloudy day yesterday, but I fired up the solar oven anyhows. Put me a big ol' 5 pound chicken in there to cook up for a pot of authentic Cajun jumbo....taught me by Larry from Lake Ponchartrain many year ago. I figger it would take bout 5 hours to cook, but right on 4 hours, it was done through to the bone. My God, that would make a great pot of chicken noodle vegetable soup with taters and tomatoes and some fresh baked homemade bread. But I chop it all up...minus the two chicken samiches I ate for supper, put it in a baggie and froze it. Now where the hell I gonna find okra in Deming, New Mexico? Peppers yeah, but okra no. I'll send Wayne look'n for some since I don't like that other grocery store. It's not really that I don't like it, but Jesus, you would think it were a UNION grocery store.