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February 10, 2006 : OK, I admit it.


I'm worried.

Posted by tizzie at February 10, 2006 09:03 PM


People have said these things about that :

I know, GYOBFW and all that. But you apes are important to me, and I hope you'll keep a good thought on Tuesday, when Mr. Tizzie has a coronary angioplasty. I'm scared.

Posted by: on February 10, 2006 09:07 PM

Tizzie, this blog is your home. Forget that gyob bs.

Good thoughts coming your way. Always, but especially tuesday.

Posted by: jpoulos on February 10, 2006 09:34 PM

That dog is staring into my SOUL...

Posted by: ColdChef on February 10, 2006 11:14 PM

FWIW, my grandfather (who outlived all of my other grandparents...two of whom died before I was even born) survived a quintiple bypass heart surgery*, four strokes, diabetes, and two (capital W) wars, in addition to smoking for 50 or so years and living an accountants lifestyle.

Not to downplay the concern by any means, and you're completely validated, but do realize that it's (nowadays) a fairly common, if not outpatient, procedure. Do be sure to keep us updated. Plus, he's got hella karma for all the dog-saving he's done.

*one more than Homer, even.

Posted by: ufez on February 11, 2006 01:25 AM

ufez makes some very very good points. And the dog karma will surely redound! It's human nature to be worried about it, though. We're here for you. With monkey photos and support. And thinking extragood thoughts. (Well, I'll be thinking good thoughts most of the time, except for when I take scheduled breaks to think Really Bad Thoughts about the state of South Dakota.)

Posted by: dana on February 11, 2006 11:31 AM

Definitely will be thinking of you & Mr. Tizzie! I freak out when anyone I know is having a baby, and they say that's a normal procedure, so I get the fear. I get it.

Posted by: witchstone on February 11, 2006 12:24 PM

ufez is right -- cath stuff is very very routine, if not exactly the same as a band-aid. But we're all thinking of you and Mr. Tizzie.

Posted by: Vidiot on February 11, 2006 04:20 PM

Thanks so much, everybody.

Yes, I know it's a run-of-the-mill procedure, really. And I like his cardiologist, who reminds me of Groucho Marx with a medical degree.

I'm just a worrier! I'd hate to think of having to walk all these dogs by myself, sheesh.

Posted by: tizzie on February 11, 2006 05:22 PM

That dog is staring into my SOUL...

Shortly after that photo was taken, that dog ate the seatbelts out of that car.

Posted by: tizzie on February 11, 2006 05:24 PM

Groucho Marx with a medical degree? Your doctor is Hawkeye Pierce?

Posted by: Crash on February 11, 2006 07:51 PM

The Yiddish Hawkeye, that's about right. He paces around the room with his hands held together behind his back, and he and David go back and forth at each other like a vaudeville act. "Why do you do this to me?" "Don't be a schlemiel!"

Posted by: tizzie on February 11, 2006 08:17 PM

Good luck and blessings to Mr. Tizzie.

Posted by: jonmc on February 11, 2006 08:19 PM

Happy thoughts are being sent.

Posted by: kaf on February 12, 2006 12:42 PM

happy happy get better soon.

Posted by: adampsyche on February 13, 2006 09:53 AM

Thinking grooming thoughts Tizzie-ward. Be well, babe.

Posted by: Pirate on February 13, 2006 11:51 AM

Here's an article that might provide some lighthearted distraction: Zoo's senior primate keeper relishes his role as a man among monkeys.

From the article: "You go home, you smell like chimp, there's chimp poop all over you, and you think, 'God, I've died and gone to heaven.' "....Keepers, volunteers and interns are attuned to individual needs of the 60 animals, and they track enrichment activities, whether it's playing with a burlap sack or eating toothpaste.

I dunno about you but I've always dreamed of being paid to encourage others to eat toothpaste.

Posted by: dana on February 13, 2006 04:19 PM

Lucky bugger! I'd love to have that job. Once you've got "managing mating" on your resume, the world is your oyster.

OK, so I'm taking the mister to the hospital at 5:30 a.m. After he checks in, I'll find out whether they want me to hang around, or get lost. I'll let you all know as soon as I can. I really appreciate your good thoughts.

I mean, this can't be as dangerous as quail hunting in Texas, right?

Posted by: tizzie on February 13, 2006 04:57 PM

There's no way I'll be up that early on Tuesday, tizzie, so I'm just gonna go ahead and send a stockpile of good thoughts now and then send follow-up good thoughts when I get up in the morning.

Posted by: aine42 on February 13, 2006 06:16 PM

Wait, wait, wait. They're working on his HEART? On VALENTINE'S DAY?

Are you sure he's not just setting you up for some sort of sick, twisted Punk'd surprise?

If the doctor comes out and says that he's found a nougat deposit, I'd be suspicious.

Posted by: ColdChef on February 13, 2006 08:48 PM

"If the doctor comes out and says that he's found a nougat deposit, I'd be suspicious."

I wouldn't. I'm sure my arteries are stuffed full of that shit. In fact, when I die I bet it's ruled arterionougacannellonius.

Posted by: Crash on February 13, 2006 10:56 PM

Hey everybody! Just heard from tizzie. Good news from the hospital! Apparently, when the doctors went in, they discovered that what they thought required a stent was actually quite minor.

So no angioplasty! YAY!

(I might've bungled something in the translation from the cellphone convo we just had. I'm sure she'll be back soon enough to clear up my dunderheadedness.)

Posted by: dana on February 14, 2006 10:26 AM

That's great news. Apparently, our good thoughts worked. (And we didn't even need to masturbate!)

Posted by: jpoulos on February 14, 2006 10:51 AM

Well, it couldn't hurt.

Posted by: jonmc on February 14, 2006 12:03 PM

I'm back! Thanks for all the masturb... ah.. umm... atheist prayers and stuff!

The blockage that they were worried about is in a peripheral area, and they didn't bother to stent it because the rest of his heart is so freaking healthy that it isn't important.

In other words, he's fine - the old bugger was obviously faking it just to get out of taking me someplace expensive for Valentine's Day.

Speaking of Valentines - I love you, friends.

Posted by: tizzie on February 14, 2006 01:08 PM

Oh, hooray! I'm so glad it's good news.

And I can't think of anywhere more expensive to go than a hospital, so he didn't quite succeed on that account.

Posted by: aine42 on February 14, 2006 04:24 PM

And we didn't even need to masturbate!

Damn. You mean I wasted 300 million of my finest swimmers?

And excellent news, Tizzie. I can't think of a better V-Day present.

Posted by: ufez on February 14, 2006 05:59 PM

Excellent news!

Posted by: Vidiot on February 14, 2006 10:11 PM

WOO-HOO! ::MONKEYBACKFLIPS, MONKEYBACKFLIPS!!::

I'm not sayin' that I belive a whole buch of masturbating monkeys changed reality and made good news manifest itself.

I'm just sayin' I'm willing to believe it.

Glad to hear things turned out well for you & Mr. Tizzie.

Posted by: Pirate on February 19, 2006 03:46 PM
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