SIX WHOLE HOURS

Six hours doesn't mean anything, as Rich would say, "in the scheme of things," but they can be very important. They were to me.  Last night I actually got 6 whole, uninterrupted, glorious, refreshing, I could go on but I'm sure you get the picture (hours of sleep). I feel so much more rested. Blood pressure still too high, and oxygen level down yet I'm hoping to go home today.

I need a shower! I've said that a lot in my life, BUT I REALLLLLY need a shower. Can't wait to use my new shower head. My family is so more than I deserve. This whole "sick/hospital" thing has gone on too long. I need to do something else for my next adventure. Maybe skydive. Buy a motorcycle, and then write  a book; include the adventure. I can see it now "Sheila Goes Back To The Hospital." Yeah, no. I guess not. Read Dr. Seuss' book - "And To Think It Happened on Mulbury Street." Love that book. Life lessons.

I actually ate food yesterday - 3 tiny potatoes; 4 tiny carrots, their angel food cake and some tea. Most I've eaten in a week, and it wasn't liquid.  WAHOO.

They woke me for vitals and I can't seem to go back to sleep. I miss Ween. I can't wait to see her. She loves her Uncle Mock and Aunt Lizzie, but (click click) there's no place like home.

Tom sent me the cutest picture. It really helps to see it but my phone isn't talking to my iPad right now. Maybe the system. Maybe they've had a spat. who knows. They have strict guards on the Internet here, and I could probably get around It, but too much work and I'm supposed to be LOWERING my blood pressure. I'll add later.  The picture is a view of outside wall of the hospital in CA. In the window someone wrote, SEND PIZZA, Room 4118. Considered doing that myself but just the thought of the smell of pizza makes me gag. So much for my adventures so far. Have a blessed day. I know I will.