I got very sick December 20 and took an ambulance trip to Meritus Health – the greatest hospital in the world – and spent over a week in intensive care.
I had a lower G.I. blockage which resulted in a very series infection. That resulted in diabetic ketoacidosis. I guess that makes sense since I played with G.I. Joes a lot when I was a kid. Not tiny ones, but the big kind with the Kung-Fu Grip.
I was on an intravenous drip the whole time. My arms, feet, legs, and hands are puffy and feel like overinflated balloons. I weighed myself this morning and I have an extra 16 pounds in water weight. I’m still on steroids, so that might be part of the issue too.
If you look at the photo, the large rubber hose in my nose is what was draining the toxins from my body. I attribute this to all the 80’s music I’ve listened to over the years. If I said I had not listened to Spandau Ballet since the 1980s, I’d be lying.
Oh, and when the good people at the hospital offer to install a catheter, take them up on it. It makes it easier for the people caring for you and it makes it easier for you. Pride is something best left in the parking lot at the hospital.
It’s so good to be home. Most of my time in the hospital was a blur. It involved a lot of hallucinations and not the good kind. I missed Christmas and Sheri is telling me it’s already 2018. I would be lost if it wasn’t for Sheri. She was there the whole time for me and remains so now.
I’ve discovered the nicest thing I can ever tell anyone is that I hope they have someone like Sheri in their life. The greatest curse I could lay upon someone’s feet? That they will never have someone like Sheri in their life. She’s wonderful, my best friend and I love her so much.