Hypertension is a risk factor for stroke; trust me you don't want one, even a mild one. My speech is badly slurred. I really didn't want a stroke. I am having to learn to use the right side of my body and it doesn't like it. The right side muscles are weak, in some cases, voluntary muscles no longer respond to orders. I can't raise my right arm at all. I AM NOW A HUNT AND PECK TYPIST, which is a great indignity for someone who has been a touch typist since I was in the sixth grade.
There are greater indignities. They did not want me trying to walk to the toilet for fear of a fall. But when you are deeply asleep, trying to get plugged into the entrance to a male urinal is not easy.
But none of these indignities compare to the use of a bed pan, which these days are made of a hard plastic, not metal. The nurses mixed up a "brown cow" (prune juice and milk of magnesia) for me. Enough said.
St. Alphonsus is a Catholic hospital, performing what has been a traditional Christian duty of giving health care, since the days of the Plague of Justinian. For Catholics discouraged by the recent scandals, hold your heads high because of St. Al's.
Jesus is showing.
(typed by Clay; edited by Rhonda)