Boyah! Alive and kicking.

La, la la la la
Sing until your love is, love is
ALIVE and kicking.

Gracious! Gracious! I’m ok. I’ll be ok.
There’s some serious therapy to do, and for a long time in the hospital….

I panicked. I cried and called for my mother like a little girl. I held to the bed and said, don’t do it! Total panic. I freaked out but then I got myself together. Friends here by my bed helped me gather myself……

Today I was accepted to a private, long-term hospital with specialized care, even more than I’m getting now. Surgeons and doctors have encouraged me to transfer bc the hospital opening is rare and a good fit for me. Private accommodations still stand. I’ll transfer to that hospital in a few days but I return here, by ambulance, in a week, to get reports and follow up. After that one follow up I’ll be w this new place full time.

I appreciate the amount and quality of private hospital care I’m getting. No chances are being taken by me. I’m also taking none of it for granted.

My face is puffy from tears of sorrow, relief, gratitude, fear. I’m emotionally spent, physically spent, but glad to be here.

La, la la la la
Sing until your love is, alive and kicking


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