Just got released from the hospital. At 4:00 I lost feeling in my fingers, feet and face. Freaked me out totally. The wife slams me into the hospital where they have spent the last 8 hours strapped to cardio monitor while they ran every test Blue Cross would pay for. I have more holes in me than a pin cushion and have experienced every machine in te damn place.
When all is said and done the doc says, "Do you have a stressful job"? and then, "Do you smoke"? Well yeah. Who doesnt? In other words, no conclusion. So now Im supposed to relax and smoke less. I get to join the one a day club. SO no more marathon cigar days for ole CWS.
So I'm smoking my one: 1998 Boli PC. Hey its late.
When all is said and done the doc says, "Do you have a stressful job"? and then, "Do you smoke"? Well yeah. Who doesnt? In other words, no conclusion. So now Im supposed to relax and smoke less. I get to join the one a day club. SO no more marathon cigar days for ole CWS.
So I'm smoking my one: 1998 Boli PC. Hey its late.