Cheap Glasses, Expensive Glasses Men and Heart Attacks

I would like to welcome you all back to Miz Judi’s Kitchen. I hope this finds everyone happy and healthy.

You know, it seems like when you buy something that doesn’t cost a whole lot you can keep up with it forever.

But on the other hand, if you buy something that costs quite a bit of money, it seems like you just can’t keep up with it. Myself personally, that’s not how I am, but in regards to another member of our household, this statement fits him to a tee!

Now with that being said, as Dub has gotten older he needs to wear glasses, and I’m in the same boat there. Well, we went to see the Eye Doctor, and we got a pair of glasses. If my memory is serving me correctly this morning, we paid almost $700 for those glasses of his.

I told him, “Dub, are you sure you want to pay that much? Do you think you’ll be able to keep up with them?” He answered me at the time, with his normal I’m aggravated you’d ask such a thing, grunt! So, I let it be.

Well, he had them almost 2 WHOLE weeks, and you guessed it, he lost them! This would be about 3 years ago.

So what does he do?

The man goes out and gets a cheap pair once again. These probably set Mr. Vanderbilt back I’m guessing in the 5 to 6 buck neighborhood…tops! That darn man can keep up with them things, no sweat!

Now Dub had a heart attack about 3 years ago, and thank God he’s doing just fine now. Better now than he’s ever been, and honestly this really never fazed him.

We were at one of our grandson’s 11th birthday party, and Dub breaks out with sweat just pouring off of him. He says, “I gotta go,” and I thought he was crazy.

We left, and he went to a little store and told me to go get him a pack of Bayer aspirin and a couple Zantacs, and I did. You could tell his chest was really causing him some pain, and we’re at least an hour and a half from home!

Well, he’s got to drive…the man’s having a heart attack, and he’s behind the wheel, telling me, I got it, I got it. I ‘m telling him to go to Waterman Hospital, which at this point is maybe 8-10 minutes from us, but no, not Dub. He tells me he’s going to Haines City, where it will be close for me from home.

Evidently the pain got worse and he stops by his Mom and Dad’s and lays down??? You can’t tell this guy anything. His Mother causes the EMT’s and they tell him, they can’t LITERALLY say he’s having a heart attack as they’re not Doctors, but they CAN say they’re pretty confident he IS having one.

Well, he decides he might go up to Apopka’s Hospital, and his Mom rides with us…I’m driving now.

We go inside. He hands the nurse the EKG sheet from the paramedics, and they SNATCHED his butt up and off he went. The Doctor in charge asked what he’d taken, and he told her Bayer aspirin and Zantac, and her reply…You did exactly right!

Well anyway, they give him something “for the pain,” and the man thinks he’s Rodney Dangerfield…AGAIN!

They’re wheeling him out to the chopper to airlift him to Orlando, and he’s asking them, “Hey, did you guys top this thing of with fuel? You don’t happen to have another one of them shots do you? What was that stuff anyway?” And then he was airborne and gone.

I told his Mom right then, that he’ll be just fine…and he was!

He was fortunate to only have to have a stent put in, but the Doctor told us he’d had a massive heart attack. He told us the same heart attack Tim Russert had had, but Dub was going to be fine…God’s Hand!

Anyway, this leads us up to my story of his glasses once again, and you’ll see the importance of sharing the story of his heart attack with you guys in just a couple of minutes!

Well, the other night he called me up stairs, and here I come just a running because of the way he sounded! I thought something was wrong.
He told me, “Look at my chest! I believe I have a blood vessel that has busted in my chest!”

I looked at it, and he was right, it did look like one had busted from around his heart area, but a little more towards the center of his chest, right up till just below his neck!

That is…until I got to looking closer, and grabbed the washrag. I made a couple swipes where “this busted blood vessel” lay, and guess what?? It wiped right off!

Do you guys believe this guy? Are you beginning to see what I have to deal with daily in regards to this man?

He is bad about putting his glasses in his shirt. He hangs them beside a buttonhole just below his neck, with one of the stems that sit over your ears, always inside his shirt, and the lens outside his shirt. I got to looking at his chest very closely, and then I busted out laughing! Well, he wanted to know what so funny all of a sudden?

I told him it wasn’t a blood vessel at all! It’s your darn cheap glasses! It’s that cheap gold paint wearin’ off them and that’s the tarnish underneath. It’s normally green, but on his chest it was an off shade of blue, and in his defense…it looked just like a busted vessel! It really did.

At that point, we’d both had a good laugh! I was going for my cat scan the next morning, and I told him, “You keep your shirt buttoned up, or they’ll want to take you and not me!

We laughed it up again, thinking about them seeing his chest with that busted vessel, snatching him up, and them just leaving me sitting there, and I had the appointment!

Back to his real glasses! They have been missing for about 3 years and the other night, Gary had lost his pocketknife. Well, he was looking in the sofa and guess what he found… Dub’s glasses.

Dub and I have looked in that sofa, I don’t know how many times for them darn glasses.

All I can say, is there is never a dull moment around Dub, and I guess he is a keeper.

Till next time, keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart.

May God bless each and every one of you!

Keep us in your prayers, and always remember that you are in ours.

Deb