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Oct. 29th, 2023 12:47 pmAbout mid September I posted that I was heading to the Doctors Urgent Care but then you did not hear back from me for two weeks. Ended up in the hospital with an infection and an abscess that needed to be treated. I left the hospital unable to walk amongst some other problems. Me leaving y’all hanging with no explanation was shitty. but unfortunately unavoidable. There’s no way I would do that to you again, right?
Not so fast, Kemosabe. We went to the dick doctor on Friday and later in the day Da Younga Sista and I went to an emergency orthopedic clinic. Their website says they’re open 8 AM to 8 PM. Unfortunately the emergency care portion opens at four and it was only 230. We went over to another clinic in Apex but they said I would have to get onto/off the x-ray table with no assistance. I was literally dead from the waist down so that wasn’t happening.
I’m writing this post from room 3401 at WakeMed. We checked in Friday night around 4 at a different location and after a few hours of poking and prodding I was moved to the New Bern Avenue facility. I hit my room at 4:45 AM. By 930 I was in surgery again.
The first time I went to the hospital was because of a abscess behind my prostate and a bacterial infection. This time it was an abscess next to my spine and a bacterial infection. The surgery went well. 27 hours removed and I can move my feet, my ankles and my knees. When we arrived here Friday I literally could not get out of the car because my legs were useless. I couldn’t stand or put pressure on them. They were like two pantyhose legs filled with banana pudding. A burly intern named Nate yanked me out of the car and threw me into a wheelchair. Fast forward just over 36 hours and I’m getting the sensations back in my legs.
I have a ways to go to regain full use of the joints and muscles. The ironic part is once I get those bad boys moving I’ll be back where I started…. Teaching myself how to walk again. This isn’t going to stop me. It just sets back my recovery by another week or two or four.
The last six weeks have been a textbook definition of “shit show”. I hope this is the last of the bad juju so I can concentrate on my recovery instead of more setbacks. I’m pretty sure I’ll be in the hospital for another three or four days. I just had my first bit of physical therapy and they want me too come to their PT center for rehab. But that would be an overnight stay of five, seven or 10 days depending on my progression. I asked the PT to look into in-home care.
2023 is not my friend. Fuck you, Mersa.
Not so fast, Kemosabe. We went to the dick doctor on Friday and later in the day Da Younga Sista and I went to an emergency orthopedic clinic. Their website says they’re open 8 AM to 8 PM. Unfortunately the emergency care portion opens at four and it was only 230. We went over to another clinic in Apex but they said I would have to get onto/off the x-ray table with no assistance. I was literally dead from the waist down so that wasn’t happening.
I’m writing this post from room 3401 at WakeMed. We checked in Friday night around 4 at a different location and after a few hours of poking and prodding I was moved to the New Bern Avenue facility. I hit my room at 4:45 AM. By 930 I was in surgery again.
The first time I went to the hospital was because of a abscess behind my prostate and a bacterial infection. This time it was an abscess next to my spine and a bacterial infection. The surgery went well. 27 hours removed and I can move my feet, my ankles and my knees. When we arrived here Friday I literally could not get out of the car because my legs were useless. I couldn’t stand or put pressure on them. They were like two pantyhose legs filled with banana pudding. A burly intern named Nate yanked me out of the car and threw me into a wheelchair. Fast forward just over 36 hours and I’m getting the sensations back in my legs.
I have a ways to go to regain full use of the joints and muscles. The ironic part is once I get those bad boys moving I’ll be back where I started…. Teaching myself how to walk again. This isn’t going to stop me. It just sets back my recovery by another week or two or four.
The last six weeks have been a textbook definition of “shit show”. I hope this is the last of the bad juju so I can concentrate on my recovery instead of more setbacks. I’m pretty sure I’ll be in the hospital for another three or four days. I just had my first bit of physical therapy and they want me too come to their PT center for rehab. But that would be an overnight stay of five, seven or 10 days depending on my progression. I asked the PT to look into in-home care.
2023 is not my friend. Fuck you, Mersa.