So I missed out on a lot this year...
Thursday, January 01, 2015
I'm back. Not 100% as I have to remember that I must learn to walk again before I can get up and run, run, run like I'm used to.
I do believe I left you in August stating I had my surgery but them had a twinge in my back at dinner on the 29th. Well, I went straight to the ER & admitted for 6 days & they did nothing but pump me full of steroids & morphine for 6 days & I gained 30 pounds. Yep, in 6 days. Not a grand thing for a spine to handle.
So I layed around for a few months & was readmitted after I was finally granted an MRI after BEGGING because I couldn't stand the pain, I was moaning & screaming all day - even on morphine & Dilaudid - and I went into shock from the pain in my doc's office. (Yeah, that gets their attention.)
Two days after my MRI, I was rushed to the hospital because I needed a bone biopsy for an infection that had developed in my bone & disk... And bone marrow as well. Not to mention the pneumonia I've had since I left the hospital the first time in September.
So I have osteomyelitis diskitis, 2 ppl in 10k get it, I've read, so once again if I'm in a room full of ppl, the condor above will only poop on MY head. LOL
I'm not going to lie, I'm scared. They couldn't do a biopsy because the infectious disease doctor couldn't get a needle into the infection site without possible paralyzingly me. And they tried twice, with 2 different doctors. Again, scaring my smart mouth SHUT. (You know that NEVER happens!)
So after another 6 days of hospitalization, at 7pm I crawl into the back seat on my truck on my tummy, because I can't sit up at all, and am told a nurse would be at my house in the morning because I have to be on IV antibiotics thru a PIC line that's running straight into my heart. I get them 4 times a day for an hour. And since we don't know WHAT the infection is, I get to do this for 12-16 weeks. Oh yay!!
My dad is my nurse, which is hilarious & he uses it to not do other things. Joe is still here & is my shower nurse & calls himself " Fetch boy". He takes care of me all night after 10-14 hours of hard work every day.
And I've had the pleasure of having his 17yo daughter, Patricia, here since Christmas morning. Yes, the same child who attacked me on Facebook, with her step-mother's guidance, is now my best little buddy & helper now. She's been handling laundry, vacuuming & even washed my dogs! A blessing in disguise, I tell you. And I'm so glad her eyes are open & she realizes what she was being put through during after the divorce of her father. Her loving step mother threw her out, has defamed her verbally and online & cut her off from any contact with her sister. It's very sad, but she's moving on. She has a job starting Monday that will have her travel as a payroll specialist & learning project management with a large construction company. Her friend's dad owns it, so he's promised to take care of her. She's got to save for a car, but can't drive alone (legally) until she's 18 since she's not enrolled in school but is studying for her GED. In Georgia she's a legal adult, so there's little need to force her to go to school, unfortunately.
Anyway, enough for today. It's not 7am & the IV is already making me feeling sickly. Hate the morning doses. There's another drug that I get every morning. Blah.
But I'm here. I'm not dead yet. And I'm taking my first "baby steps" to recovery. I'm just praying a lot and focusing on staying positive about not having to have the "dead bone" removed after this is over.
One love, Peace for all &
Happy New Year!!