and that's not a sight for swollen eyes who had just been witnessing a dream sequence starring a really,  really  hot ex.  So much breath control, so much painkillers and so much confusion wafted in the sickening, insalubrious air of the living room all throughout last night.  Honestly, I really don't know how we would end up like, had my uncle's heart finally let go of its beating.  Would my granny loose the plot? 