Shit.

Things were going great yesterday. Great rehab at Panther with Luke and my publisher Michael came by with great books. I fixed a post and read. Things were the best. It didn't hold. Last night I fell at 2AM. Mary had to call the EMT'S. They wanted me to go to Rose. I wouid't go. Doctor's appoientlment today. OVER AND OUT. Does any of the above make sense?