In Mourning...
Peter had a heart attack.
Margaret got there and carried him back to the house so he can recover.
He's already had quadruple bypass surgery, but now he actually has to have the muscle tissue replaced, or it could be a flow problem, and there may be laccerations within the heart which would not be good. It sucks, majorly.
Peter is my car. There are 4 spark plugs; I recently replaced them. His timing belt is messed up. The distrubtor hits the 4 points to make the spark plugs ignite, and if it's not hitting the right ones at the right time, bad news.
I stalled in downtown rush hour traffic. 5 times. It was not fun. There was one person who kept staying behind me anyway. I was like idiot, go around.
Then my brother and father came in Margaret and pushed me home. It was interesting, since it was still rush hour.
My uncle's coming Saturday morning to try to fix it.
Guess that means no Tallahassee this weekend. Oh well. Sometime.
Also, I get to ride with my mom this morning and likely tomorrow. Unless magically Peter fixed himself.
I need to practice.
GO JESUS!
>trip
Margaret got there and carried him back to the house so he can recover.
He's already had quadruple bypass surgery, but now he actually has to have the muscle tissue replaced, or it could be a flow problem, and there may be laccerations within the heart which would not be good. It sucks, majorly.
Peter is my car. There are 4 spark plugs; I recently replaced them. His timing belt is messed up. The distrubtor hits the 4 points to make the spark plugs ignite, and if it's not hitting the right ones at the right time, bad news.
I stalled in downtown rush hour traffic. 5 times. It was not fun. There was one person who kept staying behind me anyway. I was like idiot, go around.
Then my brother and father came in Margaret and pushed me home. It was interesting, since it was still rush hour.
My uncle's coming Saturday morning to try to fix it.
Guess that means no Tallahassee this weekend. Oh well. Sometime.
Also, I get to ride with my mom this morning and likely tomorrow. Unless magically Peter fixed himself.
I need to practice.
GO JESUS!
>trip