Prednisone and tachycardia

Courtship had more red flags pop up than in the annual running of the bulls, yet our put-upon protagonist can't hear the sound of the Mack truck bearing down on him, at full ramming speed.
Goodness, do all such folks have to be possessed of IQs lower than their age? How does this guy manage to dress himself?
Given all that family and friends dished out on him, I'm surprised that: (a) he hadn't been institutionalized; and (b) his revenge was so weak...poison ivy/oak for most folks, a few days of prednisone will handle that.

Ironic that I'm hopped up on prednisone & some antibiotics that I think are called Godzilla. I've got pneumonia gagantuosa, & lo & behold your story speaks to me. I love the sweet, gentleness of this story, how so many people show their concern & caring. The worst thing after a rape is the loneliness & I'm glad that wasn't part of the mix. You are a joy to read & a gifted writer. I'm moving on to the next installment, happily, because I have the company of a beloved writers stories to help me heal.

I met an Armenian girl who was, is, a friend of one of my daughters; petite little girl, long curly black hair, eyes so black they hypnotize. She's just lovely; all perky and saucy. She'll be my next heroine. I showed her this story and she was furious! She wanted to know what was going to happen to poor Poncho and Lefty.
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold, so the story ends we're told. Poncho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too. He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old. (They played it on the radio...)
You guys are going to be sorry when Poncho's gone and you didn't give him one measly tip of the hat. That's thoughtless indifference to a national institution.
The story's still pretty good in a silly sort of way, but shouldn't the sun be up by now? There's going to be a lot of commuter traffic, and I bet a lot of people are double parked. Can't remember the name of the island in the Arctic where they think the last Mammoths lived. Save that damn pachyderm; I heard some nefarious Zambians were out to get his tusks.
These things should all be getting fives; for balls if nothing else. (Elephants have big balls)
Oh, oh I just felt a rush of blood to the head! The damn Prednisone is kicking in. By for now...

Loved the story, and Wkwimp must really be an old man if he thinks it wasn't erotic!
Sadly, disabled people don't just get ignored socially, they're also often not treated as people by carers who should know better. When I was in hospital for an operation for tachycardia I met a woman with CP who told me how a nurse had asked her husband, in her presence, a medical question she should have asked her directly, as though this quite intelligent woman was too dimwitted to answer for herself. The husband quite rightly said Why don't you ask her yourself?. The really stupid thing is that the question was one the husband could only have answered if his wife had told him the answer. Another lovely wheelchair-bound woman I got to know told me how she was forced onto a virtual starvation diet to control her weight (it's a lot harder to burn off calories in a wheelchair!).
I've also met one disabled person with an ugly selfish personality, although I think he probably had the personality before he got the disability by falling out of a building whilst rotten drunk.
Slightly off topic: I think they should not have changed terms from handicapped to disabled. After all, a horse with a handicap can still win a race, and a golfer with a handicap can still win the game, but disabled seems just too absolute.