Mr. Angelo Plastic meet Mr. Don Keagle

He's some sort of executive at the hospital. From what I've heard he is important in keeping the lines open to your heart. My dad has met him and thinks the world of him. Yep, old Angelo. My dad isn't religious but he has had immaculate degeneration. I don't remember going to the ceremony. Do not ask him if he's been in a wheelchair since he had polio. If you do, you deserve to have to listen to it. Don't ask him why his arms are so weak. There are two stories with that. One is being on crutches for so long caused armpit paralysis or something like that. Story number two is the one when he starts telling it I either have to leave because I'm laughing or I have to leave before I put a fork in my eyeball. It involves a heart attack, catheters, and more catheters. He describes where the blood settled and what it looked like. Keep in mind the nurse asked him why he can't lift his arms. The nurse asked him about pain and he tells of laying awake all night. Vicodin keeps him awake. She is so stupid. She said it would be a good idea if he took a sleeping pill. She mentions occupational therapy. Again, the story of Sparrow hospital, catheters and blood settling. He tells her of being at Faith Haven and how they tried to make him get on the floor and roll around. OMG, dad, no one was going to make you get on the floor. Now that I think about it I wish they would have. Ed and Gail stopped over this morning and ruined his whole day. He likes to get up and drink his hot water and orange juice. Have breakfast. Doesn't want company around. If he dies - IF HE DIES - and goes to heaven, which he won't according to the portion of the bible that we are allowed to see, can you picture him sitting on a gray cloud, feathers all gone off his wings, harp strings broken. He'll have a glass of hot water, orange juice with a laxative in it, and bran flakes. Look, he's smiling.