The tough title of this post is inspired by the first photo I was tough enough to take yesterday, while I was doing some tough exercises at cardiac rehab:
Based on my understanding of (1) the word “tough” and (2) the staff at cardiac rehab, I assume they meant I am “strong and resilient” rather than “difficult.”
If you want me to provide citations for those two definitions of ‘tough,” one word:
The last few months have been tough for me, as I’ve undergone several tough cardiac-related surgeries and suffered other tough slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Apparently, I’m tough enough to take it, because here I am, writing this tough post today.
Now, some of my tough readers probably want to know how tough my day was yesterday, since I mentioned in yesterday’s tough post that I’d be seeing lots of tough doctors and getting some tough tests at my tough hospital.
I hope it won’t be too tough for you to tough it out through several other tough photos from yesterday, first.
For those of you tough enough to make it through all those tough images, here’s my news from my tough day:
The news is good. My tough doctors told me that all the tests show that I am exactly where I should be, after all the tough things I’ve been through. As a matter of fact, my tough doctor, Mark Estes (not pictured), said this to me:
We’re going to keep you going until your 90s.
While recent events have shown lots of tough people that it is VERY tough to make accurate predictions, that was not tough for me to hear.
It’s tough for me to decide which tough music to include for this tough post, so I will leave that to my tough readers.
When the going gets tough, the tough get going. The tough writer of this tough blog does need to get going, but not until I express thanks to all, with three more tough photos: