Well, I'm back home now and hopefully, on the way to getting better. The doctors restructured my meds regiment (added one, removed two) which stabilized my blood pressure.

Unfortunately, the new drug makes me a little loopy - yes, even more that usual. The doc says that I'll get used to it (he also said it was payback for having to get used to me! What do you suppose he meant?). So far, it's been 4 days since I began taking the new drug, but since I just stopped taking the old ones yesterday, I'm going to give it more time.

Four years ago, Rosh Hashanah also began on a Friday evening. That year, 2002, on the Thursday prior to the holiday, I suffered my heart attack. Like 9/11 did to most of us, that particular day did to me - it changed everything. In the four years since that morning, so much has changed it's remarkable (at least to me) that it's actually only been 4 years.

If I were to have said that in 4 years I'd be were I am physically, emotionally, spiritually and intellectually, I'd have thought myself insane (not that I haven't touched THAT possibility once or twice). While in the hospital, I re-read my transplant story and can hardly believe that I was talking about me (which has always been my personal favorite activity). I was stunned by the many ups and downs I experienced, and still experience. The number of friends I have been able to reconnect with still boggle my mind.

I have to give much of the credit to where I am today to this wonderful toy, called the Internet. Between emails, blogging and the information available at the touch of a button, I can't imagine what life would be like without it.

So, thanks Al Gore - I owe you one!

Until later...