Everything will be all right in the end, and if it's not all right, it's not the end.
Hi everybody. That was my roommate's mantra at the hospital in New York. He got the quote from some movie. It's now my mantra. Pretty cool. Anyway, I forgot to mention something last week. When I was in bed having my first seizure, my dog jumped up in my lap and started barking at me. I looked at him with my coffee and said what the hell are you barking at? Next thing you know, I woke up in the hospital in New York City. I don't remember anything, little bits and pieces are coming back. Right now, I'm back at my old rehabilitation hospital. They're telling me I'm here to recover from the seizures. It's very early yet, like they think my medicine may have had a lot to do with it. I just keep working hard and do what they say. It's a surreal experience coming back to the place you were before. It's like I said, life sometimes is like playing shoots and ladders. You get stuck back at start again. Anyway, I have to keep it short because I get so tired so quickly.
Oh, by the way, a friend of mine worked at the hospital in New York. It probably helped saved my life. Very cool.
Oh, well, another story. See you next week. I'll talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice
