I
know this is a lame excuse for not posting here in nearly three
months, but: Just before Thanksgiving I developed back pains which
sent me to the ER, an MRI, then hasty back surgery. That would prove
to be the least of my problems. During surgery I contracted the C.
Diff virus. Google it... I found an article that said that, in 2010,
9% of the reported cases ended in death. The article was about what
little had been done over the years to stop the virus. In my case it
hit my heart, my lungs and my plumbing. In the twelve days following
the surgery I gained 41 pounds—without eating. In the next three
weeks I lost 59 pounds.
Days
before Christmas I was sent to a rehab facility to regain my strength
and receive IV antibiotics. One week into my stay there and the
insurance company said I had used up all the physical therapy they
were going to pay for—that I was too healthy for anymore rehab. A
week later—after being cleared to go home and administer my own IV
meds by my infectious disease doctor—the same insurance people
claimed if I was sick enough to need the drugs then I was too sick to
go home.
After
a month not rehabbing in the rehab facility, I returned to work last
week. I bus to work and cab home as I'm still regaining my stamina.
Monday's cab was running a little late so I poked my head out the
door and heard voices. I stepped outside to find three guys getting
into my cab out on the street. I headed down the driveway screaming
that it was my cab, stepped into some freezing rain and went
airborne—eventually landing smack on that surgically repaired back
I spoke of earlier. Remarkably, I survived the fall with no further
injury and, even more remarkably, the would-be cab thieves paid for
my fare home.
Hope
your holidays went well...
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