Me? You ask. On St. Patrick's Day, I decided to take a little vacation of my own in Abbott Northwestern Hospital, (at the behest of the emergency room doctor), and low and behold, six weeks later — I'm still here! Forty-two days and counting. I'm finally over the worst of it and am on the upswing. I need to be strong enough, and have my blood pressure stabilized to the point where I can sit up for at least four hours without having it go down to dangerous levels and I pass out. I'm hoping that will happen by the end of the week.
I'm also getting very tired of hospital food!
It's only been a few days since I've been able to type and even this post is slow and tedious. I've been at it for more than half an hour, and, "I'm not done yet." Like how I worked my quote in there? I still need a little help with some of the keystroke combinations which Mom has helped me with.
Yes, she's been up here every day helping me and teaching new nurses how to do my cares. I don't know where I'd be without her.
I've had a lot of time to do research for future posts; unfortunately, the hospital servers have so many sites blocked, I can't watch YouTube videos, read my Facebook page or even listen to my brother-in-law Jeff Farias' radio show. If you like listening to a good, intelligent, Ivy League-educated, progressive voice, click here to hear what's on The Jeff Farias Show today.
I NEED to get out of here!
Here's a parting shot to show you why I'll never grow a beard or a goatee:
That was only two weeks growth. I had to take a few pictures to make sure my web cam was working properly. I didn't recognize the old guy with the white beard! I don't think even Photoshop could do anything with this picture.
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