TOO TIRED or MAYBE TOO AFRAID

I had the best intentions of posting last night. Set up the computer at the hotel, looked at it and knew the ABSOLUTELY only thing I had energy for was to fall in the bed. Number one, I have totally lost my voice, probably from crying so much and maybe because I already had a tad of the crud when I got here last week.  Amanda is leaving to go to Walmart
to get me some meds and get Jack a phone charger.  THAT'S RIGHT, he WANTS HIS PHONE and in  maybe another day, you can CALL him and NOTHING WOULD MAKE HIM HAPPIER. 
We have gotten a much too fast paced course in STROKE.  I could have lived all my life without knowing the details. Part of me is AFRAID to post the highs as we have been told this is a roller coaster ride and we could take some giant dips when we least expect it.  That’s not negative talk, just stroke talk.  Next point, I HATE roller coasters and always have.(remember I like control)
insert..this has nothing to do with anyone but Marcy, but after 5 days I have clean hair.  That will be an inside joke to a few.  I had done little more that look at my hair for almost 5 days and I will tell you it got bigger and uglier by the day. 
Jack had a good day yesterday…got moved to the regular floor late in the day, the tubes out with the exception of the pic line. THAT’S a HUGE PLUS.  He is speaking much better, really almost normal.
He has cracked a few jokes, he took 2 or 3 steps, he can feed himself, he read USA today, he got real pajamas pants, he smiled, but according to him this is a conspiracy theory and he did not have a STROKE.  To all who know him well, you get this.  Saying all that, today may be totally different.  I am certainly not saying he is normal.  But if you knew how far we have come in 48 hours, when he was merely hours from   death you would understand. Thus the scare to post!
Overwhelmed with all the love that has been sent to us, that by itself makes me cry every time. Thank you. Thank you. I pray there will be a day I can return the gift.  But please do not stop praying.  Your words are our lifeline to the real world. 
Jan Allison, never in a million  years will you know how much your visit meant yesterday.  Laughter is medicine and that's a fact.  You are beautiful inside and out and tell your Dad I don’t even mind contributing to your wardrobe. 
If you are a tree customer, do not WORRY.  We will be there and I am hoping to get an email out later today..(really Terri will)..Terri, you researching  all the rehabs, getting all the details,  getting the paper work going, and a million other details…the ultimate definition of a friend. 
Today I got up knowing that somehow I will see the little's this week.  How I need some HUGS. 
OK specific prayer request for today because you have ask. 
1.  stable blood pressure and all other important numbers for Jack and for those working with him to encourage us. 
2.  a renewed physical energy for me and Amanda.
3.  that we get the same doctor we had yesterday.  She had a smile that would change the world.  (plus Tammy she needs help planning a visit to the Mouse)
4.  that breathing for us becomes a bit easier and we can just RELAX for 30 seconds.
Sending my love to everyone of you.  Amanda just told me to GET DRESSED. 
ROGER, you are my hero.  Somehow God knew  ever how many years ago when you and Jack met in HS, that there would be this day when we needed you. 
Teresa
no time to proof.  Terri if you see any horrible typos, correct them.
by the way that last post about followers really was a joke...you know  I think the following this  is CRAZY and as much as I love you if you want to, that is the least of the reasons I BLOG