I am very glad to be home from the hospital.
For those who did not know already, 6 weeks ago I called 911 when I smelled gangrene from a badly infected foot wound. I spent the next 5 weeks and change in the hospital/nursingcare getting IV antibiotics and mostly bedridden (i was kept off my foot). Nothing had to be amputated, but I had a bone infection which made the antibiotics stronger and longer.
It was a frustrating, boring, depressing, agonizing experience, and to boot my dog Preston had to be put to sleep while I was in there. I'm not going to detail the infuriating bits, except to say I am not surprised people have to fight for their healthcare in a system where the doctors are incentivized to spend as little time as possible caring for you. I literally had a doctor cut me off mid-question and flee my room because I was asking too many.
On the other hand, thanks to Obamacare, I am better and my care was covered. Without it, I would likely have something amputated, and because of that, be in a care facility unable to even get to the bathroom myself.
Now comes the hard task of exercising to get as much mobility as I can, self-discipline has never been a strong suit of mine. And I am losing my roommate, who has really been helpful with the small things that make a huge difference, like picking up my prescriptions.
So I am facing many scarey challenges and changes. Life can be that way.