Help Nana Get Home Please

 Still here in the Nursing/Rehab center.  I woke up to three different Zombies in my room last night. Since this is a non-restraining unit, the zombies walk into other rooms, stealing belongings all the time. One my 'grandchildren's photos has been missing for weeks.  I don't care if they are eight or eighty-eight, come in my room, you will be playing the game of "fool around and find out". Things on bedside tables tend to disappear.  One morning, my phone and glasses were gone. A CNA found them in a room 7 doors down from mine, a Zombie, must have taken both together.      While I am grateful not to be sleeping under a pile of cardboard. But the Zombies here are out of control. I am still waiting and working on my GoFundMe to build a small home or pole barn.  The biggest issue I am facing is that the code o rdinances regarding property sizes, particularly concerning minimum lot sizes and building footprints, are commonly used in zoning regulation...

As the grandchildren and I were making Christmas cookies, I suffered a stroke.  Turns out I was in great hands.  My grandchildren were well-trained in emergencies,   Zoie calmly phoned 9-1-1 and gave the address like a pro, not a small child. Toby gathered our dog and put it in the kennel. All children should be able to provide their address and the type of emergency. And this began my 16-plus months of attempting to go home. If my two little heroes had not helped me, I might not be here. So when I say my favorite heroes don't wear capes, I mean they wear book bags instead. These two are waiting for me to come home.  I have missed so much.  I have missed church, dance recitals, learning to ride their new bikes, new dresses, playing outside, our dog had to be re-homed, the Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.  I have missed  Special Olympics and coaching my little teams to victory, and going to the movies. I have spent days on bi...