My (ex) brother-in-law Mickey was admitted to the hospital today because he doesn’t have a pulse.
This sounds like either:
- Tragic and dramatic news.
- A setup for a joke.
The truth is, according to my ex, he went in for a checkup and they couldn’t find a heartbeat. The doctors freaked out, but Mickey kept insisting, “I’m fine. I feel okay.” They didn’t think it was fine at all, and now he’s in the hospital.
Normally, if you don’t have a pulse you don’t go walking around. If you do, you’re a zombie or some other supernatural being. While I can’t rule that out, I can say Mickey seems reasonably human to me, and I am worried about him, and my thoughts and prayers are going out to him and the family.
The latest is that they plan on installing a pacemaker.
I’m sure he’s going to be fine. If I had a doubt, I wouldn’t be writing about him being a zombie.