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somedayseattleI posted this on LJ last week using the app but did not cross post it here because I was too weak to lift the laptop. Sp here ya go-
Hey everybody! Remember me? I have cut and pasted a letter to one of my friends so y’all know what’s happened to me….
This is speech to text. If the English is grammatically wrong or makes no sense that’s why.
Couple of weeks ago I went to go pee and no matter how hard I pushed I got nothing. It dawned on me the last couple times I peed it was uncomfortable. I decided to go to urgent care in the next day. They checked it out said it was probably a swollen prostate so they gave me some drugs. It was a 10 day cycle of drugs but after the seventh day I realized I was getting up to pee literally every 15 minutes of the day, all night long.
I headed back to doctors urgent on, I believe the 15th. I was wobbly legged when I got there and by the time they were ready to see me I couldn’t stand on my own. I did a quick Pee test and a few minutes later the nurse said you need to get to the hospital immediately. Da Younga Sista met me at the hospital and has been keeping track of all of this because literally the next 48-72 hours are a blur. I’ve had numerous CAT scans I’ve had two catheters I was diagnosed with a bacterial infection in my prostate which I think was also in my bladder perhaps my kidney. In the midst of all that they found my blood sugar was well over 800. So now I’m diabetic. Hell yeah.
I got home two nights ago but I’m literally bedbound because of how little strength I have. Earlier today I used the walker to get from my bed to the bathroom and I was fucking exhausted. I have a couple of months of in-home IV injections to do and somehow try and regain any of the strength I’ve lost. No big deal, right? Not to mention I still have this Lincoln log catheter in my dick. A lot of people texted and said things like hang in there or one day at a time. But I am emotionally destroyed by this. My day is literally sitting on the bed praying for the time to pass. Sure if I had the energy to cry I certainly would
A lot of the nurses were saying things like I’ve seen people come back from worse. I’m 100% you’re sure you have but I’m the only person I’m currently concerned with and right now i’m looking up a big fucking hill.
I haven’t done a tremendous amount of research about what happened because Sista has been such a godsend but from what I understand the phrase “we’re not out of the woods yet“ was used at least one or two times. Fucking yikes
Hey everybody! Remember me? I have cut and pasted a letter to one of my friends so y’all know what’s happened to me….
This is speech to text. If the English is grammatically wrong or makes no sense that’s why.
Couple of weeks ago I went to go pee and no matter how hard I pushed I got nothing. It dawned on me the last couple times I peed it was uncomfortable. I decided to go to urgent care in the next day. They checked it out said it was probably a swollen prostate so they gave me some drugs. It was a 10 day cycle of drugs but after the seventh day I realized I was getting up to pee literally every 15 minutes of the day, all night long.
I headed back to doctors urgent on, I believe the 15th. I was wobbly legged when I got there and by the time they were ready to see me I couldn’t stand on my own. I did a quick Pee test and a few minutes later the nurse said you need to get to the hospital immediately. Da Younga Sista met me at the hospital and has been keeping track of all of this because literally the next 48-72 hours are a blur. I’ve had numerous CAT scans I’ve had two catheters I was diagnosed with a bacterial infection in my prostate which I think was also in my bladder perhaps my kidney. In the midst of all that they found my blood sugar was well over 800. So now I’m diabetic. Hell yeah.
I got home two nights ago but I’m literally bedbound because of how little strength I have. Earlier today I used the walker to get from my bed to the bathroom and I was fucking exhausted. I have a couple of months of in-home IV injections to do and somehow try and regain any of the strength I’ve lost. No big deal, right? Not to mention I still have this Lincoln log catheter in my dick. A lot of people texted and said things like hang in there or one day at a time. But I am emotionally destroyed by this. My day is literally sitting on the bed praying for the time to pass. Sure if I had the energy to cry I certainly would
A lot of the nurses were saying things like I’ve seen people come back from worse. I’m 100% you’re sure you have but I’m the only person I’m currently concerned with and right now i’m looking up a big fucking hill.
I haven’t done a tremendous amount of research about what happened because Sista has been such a godsend but from what I understand the phrase “we’re not out of the woods yet“ was used at least one or two times. Fucking yikes
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Date: 2023-10-10 11:02 pm (UTC)