Now that we have Peyton Manning, maybe we can finally get rid of Tim Teebow. I do feel sorry for all the people who bought Teebow jersies. Maybe they will keep him around as a bakc

I lost interest in the "Final Four", not enough upsets besides I'm getting pumped for baseball. The Rockies owners moved the Casper Ghosts to Grand Junction this summer.

We went out to get a sub for supper. The wind is blowing so hard that I thought it would blow me and my walker down the street. I'm no lightweight. It's so dry here we had to water some of the trees. My brother said it rained in Phoenix today and snowed at Flagstaff closing I-40.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Today is a mixed blessing for me. My mother died a year ago today but at age 94, her body was spent and she died of heart failure during the night.

Yesterday, Friday, was a set-back day for me. The plan was to drain as much radioactive material from Thursday 's PT-Scan. It involved consuming pints of water and then staying close to the bathroom. Kathy, Keri and the boys and I had planned to go out for supper. By the time that came I wasn't wandering too far from home and just had a light snack while the other three went out out-probably a good plan.

We are invited to a St. Pat's party tonight so I need to cut back on liquid condumption.

We went to CostCo yesteday afternoon. I used an electric cart. Didn't buy much.

I'm not close to being able to drive.

Yesterday I had a PT-Scan to see if there were any remnants of cancer and whether I would have to have chemo. After meeting with the oncologist, it would appear chemo is not necessary but I will have to have some follow-up tests. There is a 12 percent chance it could come back but with my family history, those are good odds. After the oncologist left the room, I just sat there and cried at the good news. I remain radioactive for the next few days which means I can be around adults but not children.
We went to a meeting for new diabetics yesterday afternoon. I forgot to turn off my cell phone and got two calls. Bad timing.
Kathy will have to set up several appointments as things are starting to roll. I really like my primary care giver which helps.

Went to the deramatologist today. The spots on my temple are "old age spots" or "wisdom spots" which basically says it all. Used my handicapped sticker for the first time which made parking closer.

Every year I pick my favorite TV programs for the past year. Usually I make my list from netflix I watch the following summer.
Here is my list from 2010-2011:
1. Glee
2. Castle
3. The Closer
4. 30 Rock
5. The Good Wife
6. Bones
7. Dexter
8. House
9. Burn Notice
10. Weeds
I'm sure it will change next year. I finally got smart and took my lap top to rehab and watched a coulple discs a week there.

Went to motor vehicles yesterday to get a handicapped sticker. This will make life better when I can drive again. I souped up on of my walker by adding a basket the wife found-maybe racing stripes later.

My newest vehicle isn't a Chevy or a Benz. It has two small wheels on the front and two yellowish-green tennis balls on the rear. I now own two walkers for getting around. I'm making good progress on the stairs but still need to build strength.

Today is my second day from captivity. I learned two lessons in the rehab-limited movement sucks and I met old age in the face. I'm not sure I cared for either. The food got better my last two weeks (change of chef) but I don't think it got healthier.

One day housekeeping didn't replace my towels. I had a young aide tell me I couldn't take a shower that day because it wasn't my day. What she didn't know was I had been giving myself showers for the last few weeks. My friend Joseph was also good about sneaking me in.

As I was leaving I had several nurses and aides come in and give me hugs. Makes a person feel good.

I just working on sorting out financial and health records. I left a mess in December.

I can now slowly climb the stairs but safety is still for first concern.

Home again. They let me out this morning. I'm still weak but I need to work out at home. I can still go back for outpatient care. I watched too much Repulican news the last month and don't have a clue I decided the four meanest people in the US are Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannety, Ann Coulter and Newt Gingrich.

Now I get to go back and tear off two and a half months worth of Redneck calendar pages. There are worse things.

One of the funniest stories I read was about the illegal alien who won a huge lottery and then the authorities wouldn't let him have the money. That's justice.

The first thing I did yesterday morning was to corner my doctor and my case manager and make them sign the release papers in front of me. I go home Wednesday.

Last Thursday they took away my walker and put me on ski poles. You should have seen me cruising the halls. I wore down my handlers. Last weekend there were few people around so here was this big guy coming at them. I enjoyed it. Mostly they have me on stairs and balance.

I went home Sunday afternoon and really enjoyed the little guys.

I still have PT, OT, and I'm not sure about speech.

This morning is my next-to-last breakfast. There is a lady who sits across me by herself and harps on the servers. I'd like to sit with her but I'm not sure I have the nerve.

I'm hoping they give me a chance to rest.

Nurses, aides, etc.

Since I been in rehab, I've tried to be as nice as possible to the staff. For instance there is my friend Joseph from Kenya who sneaks me extra showers which is no small perk. He would come up and whisper "shower?" Best part is most of the therapists couldn't find me. The nurse is great about bringin my pills (12 each morning) plus insulin to me so I am cleared to go eat breakfast whenever I want. Others bring me snacks if I want. They now have me on sugar-free ice cream cups before I go to be. They were short on staff yesterday so the head nurse from each rotation wound up bring me my snack.

I get along with most folk except for on pheibotomist who insisted on coming in at 3:30 am. I refused her once and now she comes in before 9:00 pm. They do take my sugar level around 5:00 am but I can take that.

When my shift nurse left yesterday afternoon, I gave her a big hug. I think she will miss me.

I talked to the doctor this morning. I think he is considering discharging me. I'd hate to have to fire the guy but that' my next move.

spelling-I think diabetes and insulin were misspelled in earlier blogs. I don't know if the spellchecker just didn't catch them

FOOD-I think I'm one of two or three people who isn't on oxygen or in a wheelchair. They hire people to come in and help feed a third of them. The get a small wage plus a meal. The servers are usually young adults or high school kids. With it being the weekend most tables are fairly empty. We got our first up-ckucker Thursday. I had to call for help. I think I'm losing nutritionally by staying here and the food is usally cold. The servers do try to please. We have a "Jesus Freak" who handles pills. She keeps asking if peoplel are having the bible read to them. She's only came near me once and did a quick take on my vibes but she won't leave some of the older ladies alone.

I describe the diners as the silver-haired clientele but Keri claims it the light blue sheen that so many older women wear.

Kathy, Keri, Adein and Reid came over last night. The little guys had a great time with my walker. I'm going home for supper tonight.

FLOWER POWER-I'm not big on giving flowers,in fact, I don't think I've ever gave Kathy flowers in over forty years of marriage. Last week my Brother sent me a bouquet from Arizona. It just seem to change the room. People kept dropping by my room and would go up and smell the roses. It did attract people. Earlier this week Kathy changed out the red roses for yellow. People would comment on the change. Yesterday Kathy's siblings sent a bouquet of mixed flowers. It also brightened up the room. I am beginning to appreciate floral.
Thanks, everyone.

This will be poor excuse to explain the last three months of my life. On the Sunday after Thankgiving I woke up in the hospital after having gone into a diabedic coma. I was in restraints as I must have said some awful things to some people as I was doing some apopologies. I was placed in a private ICU room and one day had a "watcher." I don't know if they thought I was suicidal or not but they weren't taking chance. I progress through the hospital system and was sent home. I week or so later I was back in hospital and spent 3 of the worst weeks of my life. I had no bathroom privilages and they didn't care if I soiled the bed. They just cleaned me up and changed the sheets. The food was OK. I finally got out of there and am in Life Care Rehab center. I have a single room with a single shower and toilet. They gave me a walked but I couldn't go anyplace without someone with me. I finally earned an "I" card for my walker which gives my access to most of the building. It beats the hospital but I'm beginning my second month here. No one can figure out why I'm still here. Most of the staff just can't believe it.