[vreihen16]

So the phone rings...on Black Friday...and the caller ID says that it's my cardiologist's office. The poor doctor who got stuck working the holiday told me that the gadget in my chest driving my ticker phoned home overnight, and reported that I have five months left to live (before the batteries go dead).

I sure do hope that these doctors remember that the device keeping me alive was not originally installed for full-time use, and that it included provisions for hot-swapping. As my primary cardiologist (I call him Dr. Doom) says, when those batteries go dead, you go dead.....