I just got back from the Doc's office and according to him I'm in pretty good shape. Even though he did warn me that I won't live forever, he did go on to say that there will be times when I'll have my Dainty Darling Dove swearing that I am going to. I tried to get him to send her a note saying that dishwater will kill a male heart patient but he refused. Guess I might have to get another Doc.