Alive & Crawling

Posted Tue, 04/06/10

I'm finally back at home. I'm sore and very slow, but I made it intact with a "new" leg and a fistful of pain meds.

Just a few choice words before I head back to bed:

  • I'll never have another surgery at St. Mark's Hospital. My room was the size of a closet (literally), and the staff was embarrassingly and scarily incompetent. On top of that, most of them were rude and indifferent, making sure to let the patient know what a pain in the ass they were at any given moment. The few staff that appeared to give a damn about their work seemed to show up during the midnight shift only.

  • Wilbert was a gem throughout my hospital stay. He called me at least twice a day. We have truly become the best of friends, for which I am eternally grateful.

  • I'm looking forward to a quick recovery, and hope to be walking normally within ten days to two weeks. At the moment I am using an old-folks walker, which makes it possible for me to get around by myself. Long stairs are still quite a challenge, but I try to maneuver them at least once a day as a form of "therapy."

  • I now have a very good idea who my real friends are. It takes a serious event to weed them put, apparently. One must cut away the negative in order to get on with a positive life, which is exactly what I'm in the process of doing.

Unless some other off-the-wall medical mishap comes my way, I should be done with hospitals and surgeries for the long foreseeable future. Thanks to the heavens!