Candy woke me up at 2:50a.m.
"Mr. Walters, time for your meds."
Candy started popping pills out of a plastic container and filled up two small paper cups.
She tore open the plastic cup that was sitting on the table, popped in a straw and handed both cups to me.
She elevated my bed and watched me very closely to make sure I swallowed all of my drugs.
My 'cell mate' was snoring.
He had the volume on the 'Big Screen Idiot Box' on low loud.
There was a cooking show on, which actually began to hypnotize me with fascination.
Geno, was forking big steaks from a pan filled with his special 'Bing'lala'bang marinade' and throwing them on a grill.
I just realized I haven't eaten any real food since I've been here.
How do I get in touch with the Air Force and Red Cross?
'Oh that's funny.' Maybe they could air drop me some rice.
And then I could do a cooking show called: 'Stroke invalid sucks rice through his I.V. Tube.'
Oh that's so funny!
I looked at my right hand, it was stuck in a curled up position.
I couldn't open it.
It was reddish purple and swollen like a soft ball.
It looked like a monster hand you would see in a wax museum.
I touched it.
It was ice cold like a frozen piece of beef.
My right arm had atrophied and looked like a garden snake.
My right toes would not curl.
My right leg felt like a steel beam was hammered through it.
I could not talk.
I couldn't do even the simplest math.
I couldn't recall a lot of things.
For example names of people I am very close to.
In general I felt totally and utterly exhausted!
I felt like giving up!