February 28, 2009
On the Mend
I spoke to my man Catfish today. He was released from the hospital two days ago after double pneumonia and a collapsed lung. He claims they had to clip off the bottom of a lung, too, and Nancy is having to repack the wound.
Fuck around. That sounds painful. Better he than me, though, as the Quaker says.
I'm confident Cat's doing better because he bitched and bellyached the entire conversation like a scoldish old woman. It was akin to having a chat with your grandmother, when your grandmother is Old Mother Hubbard. In his defense he was still in pain, however, despite the two morphine patches he'd recently slapped on. Then again, he slaps on two morphine patches every day, just to accelerate the half-dozen Lortabs he had for breakfast. The Man is Beast.
I plan to visit Savannah soon, perhaps St. Patrick's Day, just to visit the ancestral stomping grounds and see my brothers, and get properly liquored up. Sobriety is so much less than the sum of its parts, you know. It's very overrated. I learned that cleaning my fingernails in a few AA meetings.
If I do make it to Savannah I'll drive down to McIntosh County and visit my old friend. For one thing, I miss him. For another, I've never done a morphine patch.
Extra bonus: here's Catfish pitching the half-rubber at the Wreckyll in Jekyll, 2005:
Such perfect form. It is a joy to watch someone throw a half rubber with grace and effect. It truly is. I'm fairly certain Catfish struck me out twice that game.
I'd like a morphine patch, too. Think you can slip one in the mail?
Posted by: skippystalin at February 28, 2009 8:57 PMDude, I hope he is doing better. I have never laid eyes on the man but I met him via Acidman via the intraweb. Godspeed Cat. Get well soon.
Posted by: kerrcarto at February 28, 2009 10:15 PMWhat is a half-rubber?
Posted by: james wilson at February 28, 2009 11:55 PMThat's good to hear. That was definitely a "when the whip came down" weekend. My woman took that picture, and she has some of you that shouldn't be published. We'll talk about financial arrangements later.
Posted by: Sam at March 1, 2009 6:40 AMCatfish is a helluva guy and I'm glad that he's finally out of the hospital. I spoke to Nancy last week but hadn't heard anything since. I've been threatening to head down there as well but I'll probably wait a while longer until he's had more time to recuperate. Here's to hoping that his recovery is quick and complete.
Posted by: zonker at March 1, 2009 4:28 PMA speedy and complete recovery to the ol' Cat. One of a kind, that one.
"I'm fairly certain Catfish struck me out twice that game."
You write that as though it were an especially difficult task. Striking you out in a game of Half-Rubber, that is. I suspect Cat was treating you with tender approbation, lobbing meatballs over the plate so as not to make you look overly foolish.
Posted by: Elisson at March 1, 2009 9:00 PMJames - Go here.
V-Man - Glad to hear Cat's getting better. I may have to drive down and see the old fart as well.
Posted by: Denny at March 1, 2009 9:49 PM... excellent news on Catfish..... and yeah, watching him pitch was a sight.... and I could not catch his pitches at ALL after that Artillery Punch..... that's why it took you 246 swings before he finally struck you out....
Posted by: Eric at March 2, 2009 5:48 PMAck! Sorry to hear about poor Catfish. Glad he's on the mend. For me lately, percocet and Corona's have been the "Breakfast of Champions!
Posted by: DogsDontPurr at March 4, 2009 3:18 AM