I really only know 2 jokes

I really only know 2 jokes.

I heard them a couple of years ago while I was skiing Aspen. I was either skiing with Bayless or Sugg, and we stopped in at the sundeck, back when it was the sundeck and not some exclusive club, to hang out on the deck. It was a nice day, cold and sunny, and I am sure we felt good about the skiing we had been doing. We ran into Frogman because when don't you run into Frogman. Froggy had a buddy with him, this guy, if memory servers me correct, was called Bumby. He was living at the sundeck working as the baker. Bumby and I shared a mutual friend. This guy named Chip Johnson. I asked Bumby if he could point out where it was on the back side of Aspen Mountain, that Chip was skiing when he caused an avalanche and died. He pointed to some spot, I think he called it hurricane gulch or something and said it happened over there. We talked about Chip for awhile and then Bumby started to tell some jokes.

So you can blame Bumby for my 2 jokes. The first joke is about a bus load of politicians and and a New England farmer and the second joke is about 2 New England farmers talking at the fence their properties share. It goes like this: there are these 2 New England farmers talking to each other at the fence their properties share. They're talking about the price of fuel, the weather, whatever, and then one of the farmers says he had to put his dog down. The other framers says "was he mad?" (you know mad like foaming at the mouth, roaming the streets looking to eat a baby out of a stroller mad). The first farmer answers by saying "well, he wasn't too happy about it." Get it, he wasn't to happy about being put down. It makes me laugh, but it is also about how I feel about having to go back into the hospital; I'm not to happy about it.

Its my forth time since the beginning of October that I have had to be in the hospital and all the holes that they poked into my body have healed nicely. I not looking forward to wearing the hospital garb, getting more holes poked into me, sleeping in a bed that doesn't fit, eating more cardiac diet meals, getting checked on every 4 hours, getting no sleep and the list goes on and on. But what I am most not happy about the uncertainty of the whole ablation procedure. It scares the living daylights out of me. If you stop and consider what they are gonna do, stick a catheter up your vein and/or artery and put your heart into a life threatening rhythm and them burn parts of you heart that cause the life threatening rhythm, it is rather hard to digest.

Oh well, that's just how I feel, not to happy about it but I guess there is a huge upside that I should really be concentrating on and that is getting rid of the VT, dramatically decreasing the likelihood that the ICD will fire, and me getting back to having a normal life again. Now that I wrote this all down I will try and make that my goal for the day.

So when you see me after all of this has transpired, you can ask me to tell you the joke about the farmer and the bus load of politicians and I will gladly tell it to you. I won't guarantee that's funny but I will gladly tell it to you.