Tomorrow at 9:15 I have an appointment with the new doctor. I am not sure how to spell his name so for now I'll call him Dr. N.We will be discussing the implantation of the ICD into my chest. At least that's what I think he going to talk to me about. It could be he just wants tell me about his trip to France last summer and how he ate too much rich food. I guess we'll find out.
That is a picture of my brother Jim and I in the bathtub somewhere in 1956. I've decided that I like my hair cut and will try reproduce it. You've got do something while you wait for those pesky doctor appointment, and I'm not that energetic so letting my hair grow is a nice low impact task.
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