caprine
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- Joined
- Sep 3, 2005
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I'm back and will begin writing stories again. The Route 66 series will continue until Jen eventually reaches Santa Monica. Other erotic short stories will alsobe submitted soon. Why I've been out of touch for more than two months is explained below:
No, I didn’t drop off the end of the earth, well, almost.
I went into BroMenn Hospital in Normal on Wednesday, August 27 for a routine (supposedly) right hip replacement. It was anything but routine. I expected three or four days in the hospital and several months of outpatient rehab in Fairbury.
Instead, I spent the next twenty-seven days, flat on my back with two additional surgeries on the same hip. The Surgeons almost lost me on the operating table in surgery number one and again during surgery number three. Before the hospital ordeal was over, I had twelve doctors and surgeons trying to figure out what went wrong.
My G.I. tract shut down. My kidneys shut down. My diabetes kicked into high gear, requiring me to take insulin shots for the first time. From the time I woke up from the first surgery until this moment, My right leg swelled up to two and a half times normal size and remains a numb, unresponsive, dead weight.
I left the hospital on September 23 by private ambulance service to arrive at the Good Samaritan Home in Flanagan, Illinois for rehab. I was released and came home on November 4. My right leg is still useless. It is likely to be so for as much as a year, maybe longer.
Rehab taught me how to live without the use of my right leg, i.e., how to transfer from my wheel chair to bed to toilette and so on. Yes, i’ m now wheelchair bound for the foreseeable future.
Realistically, looking at the long term, slow recovery is why we invested in a wheel chair, motorized scooter, and a 2001 full sized Dodge van with an already installed wheel chair lift. There is a distinct possibility that I may never recover full use of my leg.
So, I have 388 unread e-mail in-box awaiting my attention. I’ll take a while to get through all of them.
Look got motr of my stories soon.
Dennis
No, I didn’t drop off the end of the earth, well, almost.
I went into BroMenn Hospital in Normal on Wednesday, August 27 for a routine (supposedly) right hip replacement. It was anything but routine. I expected three or four days in the hospital and several months of outpatient rehab in Fairbury.
Instead, I spent the next twenty-seven days, flat on my back with two additional surgeries on the same hip. The Surgeons almost lost me on the operating table in surgery number one and again during surgery number three. Before the hospital ordeal was over, I had twelve doctors and surgeons trying to figure out what went wrong.
My G.I. tract shut down. My kidneys shut down. My diabetes kicked into high gear, requiring me to take insulin shots for the first time. From the time I woke up from the first surgery until this moment, My right leg swelled up to two and a half times normal size and remains a numb, unresponsive, dead weight.
I left the hospital on September 23 by private ambulance service to arrive at the Good Samaritan Home in Flanagan, Illinois for rehab. I was released and came home on November 4. My right leg is still useless. It is likely to be so for as much as a year, maybe longer.
Rehab taught me how to live without the use of my right leg, i.e., how to transfer from my wheel chair to bed to toilette and so on. Yes, i’ m now wheelchair bound for the foreseeable future.
Realistically, looking at the long term, slow recovery is why we invested in a wheel chair, motorized scooter, and a 2001 full sized Dodge van with an already installed wheel chair lift. There is a distinct possibility that I may never recover full use of my leg.
So, I have 388 unread e-mail in-box awaiting my attention. I’ll take a while to get through all of them.
Look got motr of my stories soon.
Dennis
