Back feeding horses again this afternoon. D’s been hospitalized: Maybe a TIA, maybe a stroke. He was reported better, then he wasn’t.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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I’m so sorry to hear this! Give him our best…
Prayers for both D and L.
Can we send a care package for them? If so, what. (For psychological uplift – Joel’s army has their back, sort of thing.)
Just got off the phone with L. “Interior carotid artery” 90% blocked, they’re flying him to the hospital in the big city and will put in a shunt tonight. Hopefully no full stroke and this might fix it.
He’s been complaining about being tired all the time for a week and his local doctor has been fiddling with his thyroid meds. Maybe this was the cause of that as well.
More news tomorrow. Good news, I sincerely hope…
Care package is a nice thought but I can’t think what, to be honest.
Tell them that the commentariat is sending good thoughts, positive energy and prayers!
Saying prayers.
Riding gloves? Special coffee? Sees candy (once the heat is gone:-)
That’s not exactly the news I was looking forward to seeing on your blog Joel. I’m hoping that the damage isn’t too severe and considering the advances in medicine, I’m optimistic that he will pull through.
A prayer from here as well.
Wishing D good health and speedy recovery.
Steel toe shoes for time spent around the horses…
Hope he recovers quickly and fully.
My wife had exactly the same problem some years back. They performed an endarterectomy (to cut open and clean out the artery) and it solved the problem. From what I know, it’s a pretty common procedure. Good luck to your friend. The key is to fix it before it closes off completely, which is fatal and can happen at any time.
Any news?
You wrote shunt – did they put in a shunt or a stent? Best wishes to D and L, hoping he is home soon.
Maybe it was a stent. Dammit Jim, I’m a hermit, not a doctor.