GuestHouse International Inn & Suites Rochester
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Mayo Clinic does it again! We met with the cardiologist and the neurologist today and they actually both agreed on a diagnosis! I've been diagnosed with neurocardiogenic syncope. Here is the Mayo definition of this condition if you are interested:
Neurocardiogenic syncope happens when the part of your nervous system that controls blood flow changes your heart rate ...
... tests including a treadmill stress test that did me in. I got really sick after the test. The technicians told me that it was a good thing that I had this test as the doctors would have lots of data to look at...huh?
Wednesday - Friday - more test, more doctors, more walking from office to office, more Starbucks!
I am going to spend Kol Nidre and Yom Kippur in the synagogue here in Rochester while ...
... as we passed the hours. We then saw a sign for the home of the Jolly Green Giant. We just had to stop in Blue Earth, Minnesota to see the 55 foot tall statue of the big guy. We stopped at a small dairy that promised ice cream and cheese but were sorely disappointed they had no ice cream at all in the case and only some cheese curds and farmers cheese. We left with a small bag of fresh cheese curd - dill and garlic flavored, ...
... into most fuel over here. And there has only been 1 night when there has been cobs of corn on a menu, mostly its off the cob in a bowl and warm.
The drivers over here, both car, truck and bike are all very courteous, especially to pedestrians. A vehicle won't move an inch if there is someone crossing the road on foot. On the freeways it is law that you must move to the left (fast lane) if there is an emergency vehicle or police on the shoulder. Everyone moves over well in ...
... an automobile, once it’s been in an accident, it’s never as good as it was before the crash. Besides, I just missed a nail when I was hammering on the new roof, and I hit my thumb instead. That’s not worth going to a doctor.”
That was in the summer of 1962, when I was ten living on our farm in MI. Dad was so proud of being strong and healthy. He groaned and moaned ...