My recent absence due to hospitalization bleh, bleh, bleh!

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.Image result for hospitalization  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.   

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Comment by Arthur James on May 11, 2015 at 5:06am

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Take care...

If the antibiotics do save

a life... Ya's suffer side affects.

Five years ago the farm dogs

were following me and sniffing.

My left calf ( not moo cow ) was

terribly infected. Fibula bone had

to get chopped out. I have many old

scars from IV's. It looks like I a drug

maligner? Mane Linger? Drug User?

I no like needles. I sometimes dream

I pulled out the IV. I'd do that in daze.

In Sleep. Twas 2- months in DC's VAMC.

`

I feel less than `1/2 part dead. Sometimes

I Wonder if I did die? The Physician went

into Labor while operating. She went and

had a Bambino. My heart was stopped too.

I was so swollen in IC i ask if I am dead?

An Ethiopian Woman said ` Nope. You

still in the Land of the Living. And Then:

`

She became a dear Friend. We know we

Live admist some Folk who so Despicable.

Memory... Somehow we Survive. Seriously,

Take Care... Heath is rooted in Holiness.

Same root word - Health Heart Interior

Consciousness - Inner Light. Healthy -

`

vent

`

Comment by koshersalaami on May 11, 2015 at 6:00am

Wow

Both of you through Hell

So Fred,
Are you at least going to get something in terms of a civil suit from the guys who planted a partial paraplegic face first in the asphalt? I mean, that's pretty serious negligence, and in front of witnesses, plus the guy presumably has a phone record. 

I wish you a speedy recovery from all concerned.

Arthur,
Can you walk?

Comment by Carole Dixon on May 11, 2015 at 6:29am
Oh Good Heavens. You sound right upbeat after going thru so much. Take care. Be well.
Comment by Gerald Andersen on May 11, 2015 at 6:44am
Fred and Art, my best wishes to both of new. It is sad that so much of modern medicine is coming to resemble medieval torture. I will stop complaining about my gimpy foot. Get well, both of you.
Comment by alsoknownas on May 11, 2015 at 7:32am

That is a string of bad luck story that would be hard to beat.

Get well soon.

Comment by JMac1949 Memories on May 11, 2015 at 7:59am

I've had my own adventures with ER's, hospitals and such... that's why I try to steer clear of the Medico's.  Try to get well and stay healthy. R&L ;-)

Comment by Arthur James on May 11, 2015 at 9:04am

` YES... I WALK SLOWLY

`

SQUARE was Here. It Flea.

SQUARE went off to take a

Walk om Moon? I walk every

day. It a calm Walking Sorta

Meditation. I do Yoga, and a

Sesames Street Big Yellow's

Bird Daily Exercise. I am in

Relatively Excellent Health.

`

I endure old war wounds.

Suffering... Life is that...

I scribble private notes.

`

Walk slow

Breathe...

Sense Nature

`

Be Well...

`

Comment by Poor Woman on May 11, 2015 at 12:28pm

Oh m'gosh! Fred!

So that's what happened to you while we heard nothing from you there for a while.

And you lost part of one toe too? Wow--what an ordeal! 

Also, everything else I'd wanted to say pretty much got covered by Kosher.

Those people could end up doing that to somebody less nice or forgiving. I'd say bring it to the public's attention and get those people to step down from their posts, but I know what it means to be in a vulnerable spot--and they do know where you live, too.

*sigh*

Peace to you, bro'. Peace.

R&L

Comment by fred hallman on May 11, 2015 at 1:17pm

@Art...Thanks for commenting, you are always welcome here.

@Kosh...Yeah, I might mention that my church friend who was getting my chair for me and was first to my side is a retired attorney who had his camera with him.  'Nuff said about that.  As always TFC too!

@Carol... Thanks for commiserating, but God is still good so why should I cry> "This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!"

@Steel Breeze...Thanks for the good wishes and have you ever read a fabulous SciFi novel (Hugo winner) titled "Steel Beach"?  If not you should.

@Gerald...Thank you, thank you kind Sir!

@AKA... Actually that's pretty much par for my course, it's a Book of Job kind of thing. 

Speaking of which it's a good excuse to plug one of my favorite obscure hippy songs again! <iframe width="420" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NnJNT_xzDMA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnJNT_xzDMA   (One of those two should work.)

@Jmac... Yup, exactamundo!

@PW... Yeah, I generally follow the "Turn the other cheek" credo when humans are involved but where corporations (Frankenstein monsters cobbled together out of money by money and for money) are concerned I will happily prosecute to the fullest extent of the law.  Especially since other fragile and vulnerable people less capable of defending themselves than I shouldn't be left at their brutal mercies.

Peace to all of good will!

Comment by Arthur James on May 11, 2015 at 1:45pm

`

Welcome...

Entertain thee

Snarers? no.

Snarlers? no

Stranger? no

Strangled? no.

Ya's know! aye

`

Hospital...

Ho Hew O?

Hospitality.

Gospitality?

it a new 

word?

goosed?

no. huh?

gossipy?

no. Gospel

means de`

Good News.

`

I go Home

and Snoozer

and Great Day-\`,' \

I's Glass? Gad - Glad \

Ya's Being Well. I's a \

not dead and a stiff:? 0 \

rig-a-mortise - skin-head \

huh? Ya's can translate oho! \

`

Best

wishes
good

gads

thoughts

We send,

as winged

prayer wing

Words and

Healing...

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