Okay this is where I've been the last few weeks and more or less what I've been up to and through for that matter. About a month ago I began feeling listless, had no appetite, and was sleeping about 2 hours of every day.
I got very weak after a couple of weeks of this and you have to understand that my daily routine includes jacking myself into the air with a sling and chain hoist upon arising and after pulling myself down the hall via a monorail on the ceiling, dropping down into my power-chair.
That's normally my routine, but then when I found myself in a weakened condition where I could not lift my feet to properly drop safely into the chair (am only partially paraplegic) I managed to get them tangled in between the two front wheels and my steel plate footrest and tore up my ankles flesh and between and or betwixt all of this ended up in the emergency room.
I spent the night there and was told after my wounds were treated that I was to be admitted for a bladder infection but they had no available room so I was held there on the stretcher until late afternoon of the next day when they finally "admitted" me.
My "room" was literally a closet in the admissions/waiting area (brooms and mops were stored there leaning in one corner) until the following day when I was given a bed in a real actual hospital room.
Finally after several more days the I.V. antibiotics had done their magic and I was released.
I'd like to point out here that I had hardly slept or eaten during this entire debacle.
The transport that took me home was an ambulance of sorts with a sort of Mutt and Jeff duo.
Upon arriving home on a stretcher, I waited sitting upright on the street out front while a friend went inside for my chair; the plan being to sort of stand me up and turn me around directly from the stretcher to the chair and let me take over from there.
The stretcher as do most had two wheels set close together and I apparently had sat up a bit off center.
The attendant must have realized this because he had his hand on the stretcher to my left.
His phone rang and the guy immediately removed his stabilizing hand and spun around and answered it walking away.
Have you ever seen Wile E. Coyote trying to run after the Road Runner using a spring catapult to bring him up to speed only to instead be smacked directly into the ground instead?
Well, that's pretty much what happened when the stretcher immediately upon the removal of the guy's hand, catapulted me face first into the asphalt, landing first upon my right eye socket quickly followed by my right shoulder, leaving me bare-ass naked (hospital gown) on the street in front of my gawking neighbors.
My friend was the first one to reach me though he started out many times further away from me than the attendants and ordered them to cover me and calling an ambulance (no way I was going to let those other jerks at me again) I was transported immediately back to the E.R.
Spent the night again in the E.R. where they did an M.R.I. and determined that I wouldn't have to wear the neck brace home.
So, the next afternoon still hungry (hospital food and no appetite) and still not having slept (more or less) for days I was again transported home this time into my waiting power chair without incident.
I had prescriptions to be filled so I tooled up to my pharmacy several blocks away and upon returning (oh did I mention that I'd been on opiate pain-killers for a week by this time) I didn't realize that my long 2nd toe of my left foot (can't feel it) was extending over my foot-plate dangling down to the 1st knuckle which I of course tooling blithely (opiates remember, not to mention the stress induced fog from the events of the prior week) up my ramp managed to clip it off at that aforementioned 1st knuckle on my door jamb and it was hanging on by a thread of skin.
My neighbors came over and poured alcohol on it and wrapped it with gauze but I was by this time determined to get at least 1 good nights sleep.
So the next day I was again taken by ambulance to the E.R. and spent the night where they amputated the knuckle and then the next day was admitted.
I had among other things a colonoscopy (fun times) and was after several days, released again where I now (thank The Living God) have rested up from my ordeals for the last couple of weeks.
I'm feeling much better now.