Originally posted from my iPad...
Two failed ABGs. Now is about the point I begin to contemplate escaping
from this gulag. No torture-ridden CIA hellhole could hold the wonders
I've seen, nor the skills of the inquisitioners match the doctors' and
I consider tunneling my way out, but have no
equipment sturdier than my iPad with which to dig. Camouflage techniques
are right out, as that would require a shower, shave, and obtaining scrubs.
Perhaps I can distract the guards by remotely triggering another
patient's call button and then simply walking out. Ah, but what chance
have I with my painfully slow gait, when one guard can notice me on her
coffee break rounding the corner, nudge another guard 10 minutes later
and say, "Hey, do you think he's making a break for it?"