20 flights, 1 mile

Today I did walk up to St. Luke's and did all the stairs in the parking deck. Both up and down.

How many there was was open to debate. Most of the floors had two sets of stairs. However, the first floor to the second floor was four sets. Hense, I counted them as two. Then there was a flight outside, and the flight from the parking lot to the main entrance. I returned up the hill that runs by the PPH entrance. It's steep. Almost lost mama in her wheel chair on it once.

I was happy. I wasn't exhausted and gasping for air when I was done. Water would have been nice at the hospital. Guess I could have gone inside, but didn't.

But it got me thinking. Gotta do something when your walking that many steps.

I always think about having a stroke. I guess it goes with high blood pressure. A friends 104-7/8-year-old father just had a mini one, so stroke is back in the front of my thoughts.  Some people can't walk one or two flights of stairs without getting in trouble. And there are lots of inherent dangers in parking decks...I watch television. So how do you get help?

So as I came out of the stairwell I looked at what was attached to the wall. At this point there was a fire alarm and an extinguisher. Well, I thought to myself, I guess you could pull the alarm, but the fire department would be really pissed when they got there.

When I came out of another stairwell they had an emergency phone. That might be good but it looked like a PIA to enter it.

Can't they invent an emergency button kind of like the fire pull? Simple. Easy. Efficient.