Monument Men, I assume it ends well.

Just starting to come back after a wild ride to St. Peter's

I lost consciousness during the movie Monument Men, my response was in no way a comment to the excellent movie with John Goodman and George Clooney.

Thank you to the nurse who stopped to help, you could have walked past but did not. You are a spirit lead healer, blessing to you.

I also understand a whole bunch of medics arrived to assist me. Thank you for choosing a profession of assisting others in need, our entire community benefits from your choice to be in service. Whoever it was who kept pinching my sternum, although I could not respond then, now I am ready to say OUCH!

Chuck took some pictures at the ER, I was sorry to hear that he did not have pictures of the whole movie theater/medic scene, come on, I have a blog here!  Next time camera first, 911 second.

I am sure the staff of the St. Peter's ER have to deal with family members who want to be with their loved ones and would just be in the way, but stopping my RN daughter with information about my unusual medical condition from coming in, or at least speaking to a staff member was bad form, leading me to consider a long involved TATTOO with all my medical information.

The ER staff and doctor with no information to go on did a great job caring for me, ruling out all the life threatening things I could have been presenting with, unresponsive, cold and without feeling in my arms or legs. Best of all they let me go home. It had gotten dark and snowed while I was in the ER, the air was fresh and crisp, Heather and Sarah helped me as Chuck pulled the car up to the door.

I am still recovering a week later; my guess is that my arms and legs, failing around willy-nilly got banged around a bit.  I still cannot lift my right arm and have pain in my shoulder.  Since I had a replacement joint, there is not an easy way to figure out what is happening.  Because I draw or felt every day this is a problem.  I am trying some left handed drawing and like the loose style this creates.  In the moment, I have no fear.  I the moment all there is only love.

"I wasn't sure we would be bringing you home this time mom", my beautiful daughter says as she sits on the end of my bed this morning. Life is so precious.

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