Hey all. Just an update. Almost died on Friday August 22. My Girlfriend intervened in what would have been a fatal decision to take aspirin and go to bed and hope the situation was better on Saturday morning. I wouldnt have had a Saturday morning. I got bit by a bug. Not important what it was. Mosquito likely. It bit me n a private part. I noted it on Tuesday, August 19. Being an outdoors kind of guy, I shrugged it off. It itched. I scratched it. And that set the house on fire and damn near killed me. I broke the skin and introduced Streptococcus Type A into my body. World War 3 in my body was now joined. Over the course of 3 days I was getting very sick. I just shrugged it off. Ive been bitten by bugs thousands of times. On Friday I knew I was in bad shape and went to a roadside Doc-in-the-box expecting to get a prescription for an antibiotic. Instead, they summoned an ambulance for Harris Methodist which had a urology surgeon on staff. Good call on their part, and good for me. I had 8-12 hours of life left I guess at that point. Blood pressure was 70/55.I was sort of out of any kind of thinking mode. I remember they put a main line IV input under my collar bone. This thing points directly into the heart. I remember the blood dripping down my shoulder. After that, they started pumping lots of stuff into me. Antibiotics and stuff to raise my blood pressure so they could operate on me. I was operated on early Saturday. I went into ICU. Scan forward three days when they took the breathing tube out of me. Wednesday. Id stopped breathing a couple of times in the interim. I dont know because i wasnt there for it.There are a couple of days that I just do not remember. So On Wednesday they took that damn breathing tube out of me. The next day they moved me into another wing. This, I guess, was the recovery wing. I went in for reconstructive/plastic surgery twice. Or maybe three times. Not sure. The time is blurred what with the pain meds and the monotony of the time and room. Im home now. Nothing is hooked up to me.I had a miracle machine called a Vacuum Assisted Closure device hooked to me for two weeks. Scary but wondrous. I still have staples holding me together now. I am not whole. Yet. The staples come out this Friday. I still hurt. I am not taking pain meds because they make be stupid and they are narcotics and scare me. I am going to live. I am not the same but I am ALIVE. Thank you all who kept me in your thoughts and prayed for me. It made the difference! And thank you so much to Mary. My girlfriend, my savior, and the person that saved my life that Friday when I thought Id take some aspirin and hope things were better in the morning. Without her, I would not have had that next morning. She over-road my boneheaded idea.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 01:16:20 +0000
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