The End Is Near
No More Paper Panties or Horny Old Men For Me
I’m a free woman or at least reasonably priced
“If you want something you’ve never had, you must be willing to do something you’ve never done.” -Thomas Jefferson
Sixteen Weeks of Hard Work
My ordeal began early this spring and continued for sixteen weeks. I went to a cardio rehabilitation class three days a week for 60 minutes of exercise to strengthen my heart after the installation of a pacemaker/defibrillator.
The class was no joke — it was deadly serious. The time taken from your day thrice a week is 120 minutes. The early morning twenty-minute each-way drive with feckless Florida drivers was headache-inducing. Then, 20 minutes more prep time was needed while nurses and technicians delve into your personal habits and outfit you with the wireless EKG monitor.
The class had taken over my life, so I wrote several articles about it. I gave up my retirement routine to do the class.
Once, I wrote about the rehab, forcing everyone to wear paper panties after a biohazard incident that closed the facilities for a day while a forceful clean-up was done. Put On The Paper Panties, Please, They Said. I was not the one with the problem.
