Overdose & Recovery

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.