Today, I board an airline from Atlanta to San Diego Ca, to spend tonight in the Sheraton San Diego Hotel & Marina, then tomorrow morning I will be picked up, taken via shuttle across the boarder into Tijuana MexicoMonday morning at approximately 7:00am our Hospital Sprinter Van will be outside to pick you up from the Sheraton Hotel and you will be escorted to our Hospital which takes about 35 minutes. Once you arrive, you will be received by our medical team and treatment will begin that Monday, and ending on Friday. On your departure date when returning back to the states you will be dropped off at one of the three San Diego locations. •⁠ ⁠San Diego International Airport •⁠ ⁠San Diego Sheraton Hotel and Marina •⁠ ⁠San Diego Train Station

This image was posted as a creative commons on Pixabay when I got it.Lets go back a ways. In 2007 when I was IN the VA Homeless Veterand Domicilliary in Dublin Ga, I had been out to smoke a cigarette, when I got up to come inside I felt dizzy, by the time I made it into the building and hit the elevator button, I was extremely dizzy and nauseated, I passed out when the elevator got up to my floor. I spent 5 days in a hospital bed enduring all kinds of testing, but they never found anything. In 2017 I had just taken my BP med, stood up to go to bed, that same clammy pouring sweat dizziness and nausea hit me. I went to my hands and knees and crawled to my bed. That happened again in another apartment. Each time I told people about it they said "Jerry you're having a heart attack, get to the hospital" I did that once, no sign of a heart attack. SO--- Last night my relative and I were in my back yard just after dusk, I'd had a glass of wine cooler, we had shared a joint. It hit me again. THIS time, I was not alone and it scared my family members to death. I was almost insensate much of the time, lying on the deck just feet away from my bed, but they couldn't get me up. Between the three of us (minimum help from me) I got to the floor next to my bed. I told them to leave me there, and a couple of hours later I managed to get up an crawl into bed. If I had called out, they would have come to my aid, but I just wanted to get into my bed.

It's unseasonably cool here today, overcast with almost constant drizzle. At a roadside vegetable stand several days ago I had bought two vidalia onions complete with the green tops, almost a foot total length. I remembered mama used to on rare occasions make creamed onion soup from the green tops, I decided to give it a try. I found this recipe

I spent a great deal of my time on the phone and in online chat with Allstate (my insurance company, I sure don't feel like "I'm in Good Hands") I got the claim filed under vandalism, it would be covered (but I would have to pay the $500 deductible) and I thought that was that. I was told to check in with the "Collision Repair Shop" (one I chose from a list they provided)

This fellow who sat next to me all the way from Ireland to New York told me a lot about his getting "Stem Cell Therapy" in Mexico and how it helped him with several major things. Like his Shoulder (on the left is before, right is after)

Somewhere, over the AtlanticWe left Atlanta around Midnight on March 28th, it was dark outside, I was miserable because of my stupid COPD flare up. I had a cloth mask in case anyone thought I was contagious (I wasn't), after takeoff, the coughing became embarrassing. Then I had the thought "The air in this cabin must be dry as hell" so I borrowed some water from my cellmate... I mean seat mate, wet the mask, put it over my breathing holes and “Voila!" the coughing almost completely stopped. We ate a bite, the lights got dim, and even in this smaller than a postage stamp seating space (thank you British Airways) I managed to sleep for a few hours. Then the sun arose