Then it happened.

At about 11:15 AM I was starting to get a little agitated. I know the dedicated staff and people here at Fairview Hospital are doing the very best they can. In addition, compared with the personal I remembered encountering back in the days when I was still drinking (twenty-five years ago), well, it is a different breed of people, top to bottom. You were almost treated with a certain amount of contempt leveled at you for allowing yourself to get sick.

Anyway, that rarely happens anymore and I of one am glad.

Many people, who end up in hospital today, are really just there through no fault of their own.

However, as far as my situation is unfolding, my life is changing and I will not be going back to things the way they were. This has been incredibly easy to get my hands around because now I can claim Doctors orders are apparently a good enough ticket to get yourself well.

The blood from my chest comeback vigorously today and I honestly thought my ticket was about to be punched. Funny, I did not feel all that concerned abbot death but I was concerned that I would be putting my wife and many others through some particularly rough times.

I was supposed to be heading home tomorrow but that looks very unlikely at this moment.

I may be sent back to the rooms I found myself in 2004 when I was sent to Grace Hospital to recuperate out of the sterile medical environment.

This on again off again danger non-event roller coaster is starting to play havoc with my internal psyche.

It seems as if there never really is a dull moment but I guess that is life for the majority of people and since the people have never had to deal with death and chronic disease will health ever have to let doom set up shop.

I really think that if I can get passed this continuing episode, I will be in a far better place. My health seems t have actually taken a turn for the better which, btw, almost never happens to people like me.

So I say peace out to all of those following the ups and downs of my disease.