Contemplating escape

Originally posted from my iPad...

6 am. 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 nurses'.

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?"

First thoughts from stepdown

I am super tired and strung out because they take blood glucose every hour among other things. Continuous sleep is impossible.

But I'm not thinking so much about that right now, but rather of the incredible gift some anonymous wonderful soul parted with and granted me another chance. Him or her and their family are forefront in my mind. I hope they can find some peace this Christmas season and some comfort knowing they saved my life. Thank you Donor! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I won't let you down, I promise!