I have had a time this year. In February I noticed a spot on my leg. My wife insisted a trip to Dr.
The spot was troubling, but the Dr was more interested in my Congestive Heart Failure. Hospital time 1.
We discovered I had Pulmonary Hypertension.
My heart had plenty of good air and blood going in but it was not able to send it out to the next area it was to service.
Finally, I understood why I would need to stop and rest do often. I had no energy or ambition.
Meanwhile, the little spot on my leg kept changing.
It was no longer a simple Red spot. On one leg. No, it was on both legs. A black scab that continued growth.
Well, the pants came off, it hurt, both legs had this growing black death, you could hardly look at it, without it hurting. Any thoughts of working, long gone.
That is when my daughter and wife mentioned my wardrobe.
I told them I was styling so I could go out in public (Walmart), and for right in.
So we are styling, I don’t seem to be good for much else at this point.
SO PANTS? WE DON’T NEED ANY STINKING PANTS!!!
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