Hmmm. What am I doing here? Oh well, let's find out. They hooked me up to a microphone mechanism today so I can get some answers.

"Why...why...why...am I sick?" I asked my sons, Thomas and Patrick.

They told me that I had an accident three weeks ago and that I am doing really well and have exceeded all expectations. What expectations? What accident? What are they speaking of?

They told me repeatedly that I need to stay strong and that we are almost out of here.  I am strong. I am just here in this bed with some random tubes. I hope "almost" is tomorrow, I can't wait to go Golden Gate Fields for some $1 Sundays.

Ok, I am not too worried about my accident, whatever it may be. It seems like I am on the right path and just have to keep on trucking.

"High...school." I asked, Thomas. "High School? Graduate?" I asked again. Thomas replied that he already graduated high school in 2004 and that he also graduated college in 2008. Hmmm. I turned to Pat and he tells me similar things. Then the two of them tell me today is May 8th, 2012. Ok. Man this is a lot of information in such a short time.

Now they are feeding me information about the past weekend's Kentucky Derby, they told me they streamed it for me on their laptop because this room did not have NBC, but we have TNT & ESPN, because the NBA Playoffs are on every night. Weird. They inform me that I won't ever miss another Kentucky Derby, Preakness or Belmont and that next year will be present at Church Hill Downs and others for the Triple Crown. Wow. Can all of my dreams be coming true at once in this room? Where is this room?

I am now being informed that we are in San Leandro. Oh ok, that is familiar. I know that Albany is only a couple of exits away. I look around and realize I am no longer in the bed, but in a green leather chair. I like this chair. I like sitting up. This makes me a lot more alert.

"25 degrees...the temperature." I tell my sons. "25 degrees..." The two of them look at me in confusion. Thomas pulls out his cell phone and converts it to Fahrenheit. He asks if I want it to be 75 degrees, I just keep repeating "25 degrees and temperature." They continue to look at each other in confusion and adjust the room's thermostat to 25 degrees Celsius.

It's been a while in the chair and I am getting a bit tired. Pat walks over to the nurse and asks if they can put me back in the bed...Goodnight.