Monday, September 20, 2004

Surgery and Recovery

President Clinton is doing fine. He's making progress. He's doing his excercises, he's following his diet.

He's been reading a lot and listening to his record collection of golden oldies. I think they are Motown records.

There isn't much to say, except that things are going as they should.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Fight with Senator Clinton

I want to apologize for not keeping you up to date about president Clinton's health for the past few days. Me and Mrs. Clinton had a fight. Everything is alright now. She apologized to me. We're friendly again. Actually I never had anything against her, she was the one who started the fight.

It was a few days ago, Mr. Clinton was feeling real bad and weak. I was reading the Washington Post to him. Mrs. Clinton came in to give Mr. Clinton his food. She asked me to go get some orange juice from the fridge. I did so. When I entered the room I saw Mrs. Clinton trying to force feed president Clinton. She was saying "Get better, Bill, Get better".

I could see president Clinton moving his head away, indicating he didn't want to eat. She kept saying "Get better, Bill, get better" and she kept trying to force a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. I saw she was hurting him. I went to her and told her to stop it.

She looked at me with these wild eyes and hit me on the head with the spoon. It hurt and that ain't cool. I tried to push her away, but I forgot I still had a glass of orange juice in my hand. It spilled all over her. Mrs. Clinton threw the spoon on the ground and lunged for my hair. She tried to hurt me and I defended myself as well as I could and she is much heavier than I am. I could hear Mr. Clinton say "stop it", but Mrs. Clinton went crazy. I saw from the corner of my eye he was trying to get out of bed, but he was too weak.

I was lucky. Chelsea entered the room, saw what her mother was doing and started shouting at us to stop fighting and that we were idiots for doing that in front of her dad. She jumped between us, that ended the fight. Hillary shouted at me to "Get out!". I looked at Mr. Clinton. He looked at all of us, motionless. He had tears in his eyes. I felt sorry. I left.

I've been working at the Kerry campaign headquarters for the past few days. Not yesterday, I didn't feel too good yesterday. I'm from the panhandle in Florida and hurricane Ivan, did a lot of damage there. I watched television all day long.

Yesterday, president Clinton called me to ask whether my family was alright. Thank God they are. Though my mother said Alford was ravished by the hurricane, but nobody was hurt. Mr. Clinton also asked me to come back to work for him. He told me Mrs. Clinton was sorry for what she'd done and that she was under a lot of pressure and that she was still shocked because of his heart problems.

Mrs. Clinton talked to me on the phone too. She apologized for her behavior. I accepted her apology. I told her I was sorry too for what had happened.

So now I'm back and I can keep you up to date about Mr. Clinton's health.

He's feeling good. He's able to walk outside and walk up and down the stairs. He's following his diet and I'm helping him with his exercises. I'm happy to be back.

Bobbi Lamoon

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Discharge from Hospital

President Clinton has been discharged from hospital. He is home. We've surprised him with a little intimate party to celebrate his homecoming. Mr. Clinton was moved to tears. He's feeling a lot better. Now comes the hard part for him. Following the doctor's diet.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Surgery and Recovery

President Clinton is getting stronger and stronger. Today he was able to walk around the hospital and talk to other patients.

He still needs the IV. The doctors think he can go home either Monday or Tuesday.

I called Mr. Clinton's brother, Roger again. I managed to persuade him to visit his brother. He'll be here later tonight. President Clinton will be very happy to see him.

Friday, September 10, 2004

No Laptop

Sorry, can't stay too long. I forgot my laptop. I'm using the administrator's. President Clinton is doing very well. He's able to walk around, though only for short times. Made a gaffe. Thought I'd cheer him up by bringing ice cream. Bad idea. The nurse was livid.

I called Mr. Clinton's brother. He was very unresponsive. Will be calling him again tonight. Everything going well.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Intensive Care Unit

President Clinton left the intensive care unit yesterday. I'm stating it like this, because Mr. Clinton made a funny when he left the intensive care.

As he was slowly walking out of the intensive care unit and saw dozens of nurses and doctors and friends line the hall, he waved. "Ladies and gentlemen" he said imitating Elvis "Clinton has left the intensive care unit".

Everybody in the hall clapped their hands and cheered. Mr. Clinton rolled his eyes and shook his head.

I was probably the only one, who saw it. I guess we deserved that. He is a patient after all.

Hillary helped him to his room. Mr. Clinton was exhausted when we got there. He lay down on his bed and slept most of the day.

He felt a lot better today. He asked me to go out and buy him some books and DVD's. I bought him some thrillers and that book Unfit for Command.

When I got back, after visiting hours, I saw Mr. Clinton was crying. I asked him what was wrong, but all he could say was he was disappointed that his brother Roger hadn't visited him yet.

Seeing him cry like that almost broke my heart. There isn't much I can do, although I'm seriously considering calling his brother. I do have his phonenumber, because I have president Clinton's address book.

I tried to take him mind of things by reading Unfit for Command to him. I know he was really looking forward to reading that book.

He did ask me to make sure nobody visiting him saw the book. I guess I understand why. It's a secret between us he said. I had to laugh about that. That's typically him.

Mr. Clinton is feeling much better today.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Recovering from Surgery and Prada Shoes

President Clinton is awake right now. Early this morning there was a temporary relapse. You will understand that all of us were very concerned. The doctor put something in Mr. Clinton's IV to take away the pain. Luckily it worked. President Clinton eased into a long sleep.

I'm afraid it was Chelsea and me, who woke him up. We were talking about the new Prada shoes. We were so into the conversation, we forgot all about Mr. Clinton. Until for some reason we both looked at his bed and saw him looking back at us, listening, smiling.

He has the most amazing smile. He will be alright. I'm sure of that. The nurse is feeding him right now.

Bobbi Lamoon

Tuesday, September 07, 2004


President Clinton woke up today. He's feeling pretty good. He doesn't need a machine to help him breathe anymore. That's a very good sign.

Mr. Clinton ate a few spoonfuls of mashed potatoes and carrots. The nurses and doctors here are treating him with a lot of affection and respect.

Mrs. Clinton and Chelsea are here too. Mr. Clinton slept most of the day. The doctors say he'll need two months to make a full recovery. According to them, he should be able to leave the hospital in a few days.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Bobbi Lamoon

Monday, September 06, 2004

quadruple heart bypass surgery

The quadruple heart bypass surgery was very successful. President Clinton is resting right now.

He woke up earlier this afternoon. He was visibly in pain. The doctor had to ajust his IV. Luckily the medicine kicked in and he fell asleep again.

According to the doctor President Clinton was lucky his condition was discovered before it was too late. A few more months and President Clinton would have had a massive heart attack. His heart would've been damaged beyond repair.

I'm happy to report everything went alright. President Clinton is the most amazing man I've ever met.

Bobbi Lamoon
staff assistant Kerry campaign headquarters

Hospital New York

I will have surgery in a few minutes. I checked my last will and testament. I signed the papers pertaining to organ donation. I'm ready.

No not really, I'm just trying not to think about it. The nurse shaved my chest an hour ago. I said bye to Hil. I said bye to Chelsea and Curly yesterday. Curly seemed genuinely sad to see me this way. Maybe he's a good guy after all. Although he still doesn't deserve my beautiful little girl. But she'll need all the support she can get if anything happens to me. I haven't seen Roger yet. I'm disappointed in him. Maybe he doesn't know about the surgery.

There was something I was going to say, but I can't remember what it was.

I asked Bobbi to keep this diary going to keep you informed during the next few days when I'm too weak to write myself.

I appreciate the well wishes and the stories you all wrote me. I appreciate them very much.

If I don't make it, I wish you all a long and happy life.

I see a nurse with a huge syringe walking my way. This is it.

Pray for me.

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Heart Problems

I want to thank everybody for their well wishes. I really did it this time, huh? I need a bypass operation. It's scary. I'm afraid. No reason to deny it. I'm scared to death. It's my fault. I shouldn't have binged on fast food. Hillary is right about that. The people, who've been reading my daily diary regularly know I'm an addict. What can I say?

I'm lying around here on my hospital bed. Hillary is here, sometimes crying, sometimes shouting hysterically. Chelsea and the mongoose will visit me tonight. Bobbi is here and strongarming me into letting you all know I'm feeling fine and not to worry. I don't feel too good and I am worried. I've never had such a big operation. The doctor told me they are going to open up my chest.

If you want to know how I feel, I needed 2 minutes before I could continue after that last sentence. Thank God I'll be out when they do the bypass. President Bush is not the only one, who wants four more years.

I thank all of you for your well wishes and prayers. God bless you all.

And if I don't make it, I love America and I love you, Americans. I am mighty proud you made me the president of this great nation of ours. Have a good life everybody. If I don't see you here again, I'll meet you all in heaven.