My last post on September 5th was one of reserved joviality. I had been officially notified of my long-term disability. One less thing to worry about. However, I do so wish I could return to work. My condition is anything but predictable and that is a huge limiting factor in ever obtaining gainful employment. I am saddened by that. I was known by some of my co-workers as a beast. I would stay with critical issues sometimes as long as 36 hours or more without sleep. Now, my stamina is a few minutes. A vast change in only a few years.
September 5th, I was also increased on my Baclofen. I began the normal routine of my body adjusting and slept a bit.
September 6th, my birthday, had a fair amount of friends over to my house to see me disappear to the bedroom.
September 7th, I was in the CCU, intubated.
I returned home a week later, with MRSA, Pneumonia and bruised up like there is no tomorrow.
I am resting and recovering well at home.
I have much, so much to write about, but I just can’t seem to get it into words. To say it was a terrifying experience, is not saying enough. I am at a loss for words to articulate this part of my journey.
I will say I met many wonderful nurses, of all levels in the hospital. My stalwart knight, my wife, was my strength, even to her own detriment.
When I finally regained the ability to touch social media, I couldn’t believe the prayers from my friends. One gentleman, whom I hadn’t spoken to since 1992, reached out to me on Saturday night. This was the first night that I was unrestrained.
It would be impossible for me to thank everyone. There are too many angels out there.
I am at home. Resting and recovering. Surrounded by love.