Not out of the woods, but on the mend:
Dan,
It’s possible I might get out tomorrow. I had felt that I wasn’t going to budge from this hospital until i was sealed up (not leaking, spewing or oozing…) no matter what. Now that my wounds are less active I am starting to get hospital scratchy. I think I would do better out than in. I still have way too many drains and catheters than what they would usually release – but i think the doctors see the wisdom of getting me the hell out of here.
My guess is tomorrow or Monday I will leave.
A big issue is home health care. I will need a nurse at least four times a day for IV in/out (drugs and drawing blood). Problem is, I live in the boonies. I have a PICC line and the PluereX catheter (to drain fluid from around my lungs).
I still have a dicey road ahead with the heart. I keep having random spells of tachycardia and some kind of oxygen profusion problem related to blood clots. They say i have plural edema – I always thought that was instant death. Apparently, the clots can slowly dissolve and I’ll be OK. It is not ideal but there is nothing to be done.
I had a couple of bad afternoons. Weird spells and fevers etc.i might as well have them at home.
This tires me out…
Thanks for all you have done. It is really nice when imaginary friends pour on the love.
That damn monkey is a physical manifestation of all that is good in Protein Wisdom. It really brought me up at a low point. I still laugh at it. I was going to tie balloons to him for the pic…. but i was doing good just to shuffle fifty yards to the patio.Peace & Love,
Keith
Wherever two or three are gathered in its name . . .
ok – the reflection in the mirror is a little unnerving, but you look determined.
A good picture in many ways. It more than fills its thousand-word equivalence requirement.
No offense, but you need to stay in the hospital as long as the doctors recommend.
I went through something very similar, picc line and all, and persuaded my doctors to release me.
They weren’t completely at ease with this, preferring to keep me for a few more days.
But they let me go, and sure enough, blood-borne staph [apparently the worst strain I could get] reared it’s ugly head, forcing me back in for three weeks of artificial coma and serious drug therapy.
Stay the few extra days; it would have been worth it for me, and just might be for you as well.
Good luck, amigo.
Mike
Keith:
I’ll be on my knees with a rosary in my hand tomorrow morning at 9:00 EST, praying for you and a thorough recovery.
Three weeks of artificial coma sounds like bliss. Careful what you wish for though I guess.
Take it easy and slow, big man.
We are all praying and pulling for ya.
Let any of us know if you need anything.
Dew
You look pretty good there, burrhog. It does you no good to look better than you feel.
No, no, nooooooo. Is better to look good than to feel good, dahlings.
I’m not the praying type, Burrhog, but I’ll be saying a few “to whom it may concerns” for you.
OK, which one is burrhog…
Ha ha, hee hee, guffaw….
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Um … hello? *tap, tap*, is this on?
Nothing reflects a present hope like a hospital patient sitting in sunlight.
Godspeed, Keith! Follow doctor’s orders and get well soon. Prayers have been and will be offered.
Monkey! Yay!
that monkey RAWKS!!! so cute! glad you’re on the mend burrhog.
This is excellent news. Excellent.
Dan and Thor are clearly good people, and any of us would be fortunate to be able to call them our friends, even in the virtual sense.
That reflected image in the window is kind of eerie, no ?
My-o-my Grand Pa, what a big monkey you have.
No monkey business, and no beans after 4pm.