A phone call from home...

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... has brought good news. My father had his consultation with the doctor down at the VA today. The ultrasound/sonogram/whatever that was performed last Friday has been read by a radiologist and the doctor reports that my father does not, in fact, have an aneurysm on his aorta -- his aorta is just in a slightly different place than most other people.

I guess even cardiac surgeons will err on the side of caution when presented with unclear data. My father, ever pragmatic, looks at it this way: Hell... I'd rather he be concerned and give me a test that turns out to be unnecessary than overlook it and I blow the goddamn thing when I'm out tossing hay bales in the stable. This way I'm only slighy inconvenienced. The other way? I'd be dead.

Too true, Dad.

You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.