Been a long two months away from UU and life in general.
I developed a wound on my right ischial (butt cheek)about a year ago. It turned into a sepsis infection about a week before I was going to have it surgically closed by a plastic surgeon. Wife insisted I go to the ER. I suggested let's wait and see what happens. Typical male response. She won out.
The docs there said if I had waited another 8 hours it would have been too late. Sepsis is a fast moving infection and once in the blood stream; father death is usually the result. They took me immediately into surgery to clean the wound and where the infection was burrowing.
Rather than getting into the sordid details of three surgeries, 2 near death encounters , six weeks of laying in a special bed with no getting up and three weeks in an extended care facility; I'm finally home. Weak as hell and can hardly transfer into the wheelchair, but I'm home and rarin to get back to normal. I went to the gym today and worked out with my trainer to start getting the strength back and hope to do a few miles on the hand cycle this weekend.
Reading UU kept me sane and the uke sat in the corner of the hospital room encouraging me to make it thru so I could play it again.
This was just too close. I figure I should treat myself to one of the Pono Steel String baris coming out soon as a symbol of surviving yet again. Or, perhaps have one made.
I'm glad to be back posting and being with friends here on UU. Now onto happier times and more; lots more playing the uke.
I developed a wound on my right ischial (butt cheek)about a year ago. It turned into a sepsis infection about a week before I was going to have it surgically closed by a plastic surgeon. Wife insisted I go to the ER. I suggested let's wait and see what happens. Typical male response. She won out.
The docs there said if I had waited another 8 hours it would have been too late. Sepsis is a fast moving infection and once in the blood stream; father death is usually the result. They took me immediately into surgery to clean the wound and where the infection was burrowing.
Rather than getting into the sordid details of three surgeries, 2 near death encounters , six weeks of laying in a special bed with no getting up and three weeks in an extended care facility; I'm finally home. Weak as hell and can hardly transfer into the wheelchair, but I'm home and rarin to get back to normal. I went to the gym today and worked out with my trainer to start getting the strength back and hope to do a few miles on the hand cycle this weekend.
Reading UU kept me sane and the uke sat in the corner of the hospital room encouraging me to make it thru so I could play it again.
This was just too close. I figure I should treat myself to one of the Pono Steel String baris coming out soon as a symbol of surviving yet again. Or, perhaps have one made.
I'm glad to be back posting and being with friends here on UU. Now onto happier times and more; lots more playing the uke.
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