Alive and (almost) Kicking in Packrat

I’m baaaack! When I last wrote here I said I had a bug, which made me really irritable; I missed a week of work with what I thought was the flu but was actually an infection. I went to the hospital on December 22nd and stayed there for THREE MONTHS! Today is my first day back at work, and I’m looking for a home computer. I lost three toes but am lucky; one of my relatives had the same thing happen to her but she lost her leg (and I had been told I might) and another had problems with his foot and lost his life.

My foot practically had to grow back, which made me think I had to be part reptile - cut something off and it grows back. I wouldn’t be surprised if my toes showed back up. I’m waiting and watching.

I had a crush on one of my nurses; he was cute but was also a sensitive artist who said my artistic endeavors inspired him to go back to art. He saw me as a person, always remembering what I said or what I did, rather than just a sick body in his care.

S threw me away - I let him know when I went in; he said he’d come for a visit then didn’t show and I haven’t heard from him since. He lives within walking distance of the hospital and has to pass it to go to his office downtown, which was also close by. Notta.

I’m actually still under nursing care but I’m free to come back to work and to drive (and my car has a clutch!). My only slight drawback in my healing process was that I danced to a U2 video - vigorously - and caused my foot to swell; everybody said I shouldn’t have done that, but I didn’t hurt anything. And, hey - it’s U2; you can’t just sit there; ya gotta move, and that with great enthusiasm. My great disappointment is finding out their current tour is all sold out and I won’t get to see them unless a miracle happens; I cried bitterly. I just found out too late.

I know how lucky I am, and at 53 I feel I have a new lease on life.

Last updated June 16, 2017