And then they hit a big wall of re-election and the pettiness of politics.
In the end, politics gets in the way of the business of people.
Kevin Costner


Maybe I mentioned how much I like this guy.








I can't believe it but watching this Special Comment from Feb. 24th caused me to have what I guess was a flashback to my time in Intensive Care.
I shared so many problems with His father that it was spooky.
Abdominal surgery, Massive and repeated infections, constant tests and procedures, (I had 15 operations), multiple X-Rays to the point of my hair falling out, Morphine, Prozac, Zolof, and just about any other drugs to keep me calm and fight all the infections.
I also had kidney and liver failure, heart problems and respiratory failure. I went through Dialysis every other day and was poked hourly for blood sugar and had a constant blood oxygen sensor on. I had at one point 6 drains and several IVs plus a Dialysis shunt and something called a G-Tube where a lot of my medicines and all my food went. I was on a nothing by mouth for weeks not even ice chips.
I also remember The Wall as Keith calls it, though hitting mine was a little different.
You have to understand that here in Cambridge Ohio we have one hospital and over years and years it has gotten the reputation of being a place that you went to to die. At least 40% of the people here refuse to go there to the point that if they arrive in an ambulance their families would have them moved to the hospitals 30 to 80 miles away the second they were stable enough. Maybe I should have taken this more seriously judging by what happened to me.
I hit a wall suddenly after a few weeks when I surfaced from the drug induced dream world. I couldn't talk and had lost so much weight I couldn't even hold a pen to write. But I finally got The Boss and my family to understand that I was convinced I was going to die in that room and all I wanted was to get out to someplace else.
They with my Doctors most of whom I trusted as they were the ones who saved my life after my first surgery proved to be a major oops convinced me that if they tried to move me I would die before I got out of the building. I was a little sick I guess.
Over the next couple of weeks when I surfaced form the alternate realities the drugs provided I kept trying to take off my gown and disconnect myself from all the wires and tubes. I was gonna walk out even though I couldn't even move my leg away from the bed rail if it was touching it which could get pretty painful.
That was my wall and I don't know how much worse it would have gotten if an accountant with my insurance company hadn't one day decided that I had been in ICU for 59 days and didn't need that level of care any longer.
So they had to move me 30 miles away to a critical care place. The only person who was happy about this seemed to be me. I thought my surgeon and the ICU Doctor who kept telling anyone who would listen that I was the strongest person they had ever seen were both going to have strokes they were so mad. But away I went and only had a few major infections while I was at the next place.

 This is what I looked like a couple of months ago.



Anyway, I hope that Keith's father gets as lucky as I did.

I got good news yesterday, the abscess that I had at the base of my spine is closed and no longer needs to have dressings. The hole in my gut is still the size of a softball though.

On the bright side I haven't had an infection in 4 weeks.

I'm ready to party now!

My insurance was canceled after 6 months but lucky for me I was carried on The Boss' plan which so far is covering everything.
I would be in the hole for well over $1,000,000.00 If I had to pay for it myself and that was just through Oct. 25th.

But I never felt like telling someone to kill me.
Selfish of me.
Well, except when The Boss' friend cut off my ponytail.

The bums in Congress just don't seem to get it.
If they don't start getting real things done the crazies on the far right are going to be the only choice in the next election that will not seem like more of the same.

That's more scary than 2 months in the ICU.

Way past my bedtime and I can go now as the Grandkids who are staying here have no school again due to snow. This picture is from about 9 days ago.