Recently I wrote a blog entitled, "Did I Just Die?" and I must say that I was overwhelmed by the responses from those who read it. So today I thought I would address those who found it necessary to give me medical advice in their emails and posts on my favorite social network.
First of all, my blog is based on satire. Without dragging out the dictionary, satire is next of kin to sarcasm. I like to write about life events which are sometimes serious but I like to do it with a hint of comedy and sarcasm. Any light bulbs going on?
So, you see, I know I have sleep apnea. I also have high blood pressure, I'm overweight, and I occasionally like to pick a booger. There is no need to write me about the reasons to see a cardiologist, or a personal trainer or a sous chef (I don't eat my boogers). I'm on it. I get it. Now hopefully my maniacal minority who find it necessary to give me advice will stop it and just enjoy the show.
So, now that I can take dying off my bucket list, I have to say that it wasn't that bad. I involuntarily tried it once but I'm not ready for that phase of my life. That being said, I think I'll just get back to the art of living. But I will say this... if I hadn't come back, I want you to know that I'm ready to meet my maker. I took care of that issue on August 9, 1977, and since then I've been on a mission from God. You see, me and the Lord, we have an understanding.
Now if dying nearly scares you to death, I suggest that maybe you contact my buddy, Pastor Tim, and let him show you the way...
Be Well.
Bill
