And an update on how life has been treating me for the passed five months...
As you may or may not know, I have been temporarily sidelined since Yuletide carols rang out. I fell victim to a very serious bacterial infection including E. coli and the notorious 'flesh eating' strain. It hit my left shin like a swift kick from your baby brother.
Admitted to the East Liverpool City Hospital, the diagnosis was made and soon, a team of doctors, nurses and ARNAs (State Tested Nursing Assistants) was at my bedside. All but one of these mitaclous professionals proved their mettle with a deeply frightened and now, admittedly, cranky old fart.
The one exception was an infectious disease specialist who, two nights before Christmas, declared "This foot belongs in the hospital incinerator!" Merry Christmas.
The others, and I were not so enthusiastic about that idea. And so, we got to work.
The tendon between by shin and ankle was lost. It was replaced with a donated tendon from a cadaver. Thus making me a Zombie. A "Halo" device known as a Fixator was drilled onto my heel and fibula,, much like the bolts jutting from the neck of Frankenstein's monster. From my toes to my knee cap, enough gauze was wrapped, thus I became somewhat like rheMummy. To top it all off, a vacuum pump was laid upon the open wound sucking infection and a strange amber fluid 24 hours a day. That dropped my hemoglobin to the point I required four infusions of packed red blood cells. And I became a vampire.
Then I was discharged to and extended care facility for healing and rehabilitation.
Which brings us to today when, after four synthetic skin grafts which allowed me to develop suffici tissue of my own making, a permanent, authentic patch of my own skin finally closed the wound! The vacuum device was removed, but the Halo remains, at least for four more weeks.
At that glorious point, I will be cleared to bear weight on my newly reconstructed left leg and begin the process of strength traing and finally walking, albeit with a distinct limp and the aid of a stylish walking stick.
I anticipate by early August I will return to the Luxurious Pimplebutt Estate and resume daily constitutionals in the lovely Thompson Park accompanied by Daisy the Mutt.
Meanwhile, she has been in the pow,peeing care of my brother and sister-in-law.
I have a clear mind and a somewhat able body and a real appetite to see friends, family and the places I have been missing. Thank you. All for your support through prayers and positive vibes during this ordeal. I am daily humbled and astonished by the kindness and compassion everyone has so generously given me. I can never say "Thank you!" enough.
And that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Have a great summer and stay well.
Nosmo