Posted on 02/06/2023 10:19:24 PM PST by Jim Robinson
I'm still flat on my back. The pressure sores that sent me to the hospital are almost healed, but still too painful for me to spend much time in my power chair, so I spend all my time in bed. The nurse says the wounds are now just superficial, and should be healed very soon. I do have a new spot on my bottom and on my back, but they haven't become sores yet. Hoping to spend more time in my chair each day until completely healed and to prevent more sores on my back.
My hands and arms are already very weak from muscular dystrophy and they're even weaker now after lying in bed for six months. A physical therapist is working with me on range of motion exercises to get my arms stronger again. And that's very painful, but has to be done.
I can't type on the computer while lying in bed, so I'm using speech recognition software to control the computer. The software allows me to navigate by clicking on any link on a page using voice commands. I can do almost any function using voice commands, like opening/closing files, tabs, etc. I can also click on a reply button and enter short replies, however it's almost impossible to enter anything more than just a few words, because the software makes many errors and it takes a long time to clean that up. Consequently, if I have a long post to enter, I have to call Chris in to type it in for me, as he's doing right now.
But I can do most functions in maintaining the website, and the abuse system. So I spend a lot of time now reading and bumping threads to breaking or frontpage news, and handling the abuse reporting system. One thing I cannot do is cut and paste. For example, when I receive an abuse report and a true title needs to be copied from a source, I need to call in Chris to do it for me. Chris has been a real trooper. Not only is he my primary care provider, but he's been doing all my banking/bill-paying/bookkeeping as well as my entire job while I was in the hospital, and a thousand other chores since I went to the hospital.
For about a week before going into the hospital, I was in a lot of pain. I couldn't focus on my work, couldn't eat, sleep, sit/lay in my chair for very long without excruciating pain. I was also constipated for an entire week, and I knew I was in trouble.
The evening before going into the hospital, I asked Chris and John to lift me into bed because I was in so much pain. But even in bed, there was no relief. I kept calling the boys in every five minutes or so to adjust my position, but I still couldn't get relief. They became concerned, so they decided to take me to the VA emergency room.
In the VA, they suspected that I had blocked bowels and were considering surgery. They put tubes in me to feed me and take out the waste. They also found that one of the pressure sores had gone all the way through to the bone, and that I had a sepsis infection. I don't remember very much about that period, because I was literally out of my mind. These things were told to me later.
Chris says that for the first couple weeks, the VA wouldn't allow visitors or anybody to even talk/see me. This hospital had very strict rules because of Covid. John, Chris, and Amy even considered getting a lawyer so that they could talk to me. The VA finally relented, and allowed them to visit me so they could find out what was going on - they literally had absolutely no idea what was happening to me.
I was pretty much out of it that first week and couldn't remember much, but I remember talking to the surgeon and some doctors. They were actually considering surgery for my blocked bowels, but then they decided let's try an enema. Sure enough, cleared that shit up! No surgery was required.
I also remember I couldn't sleep in that first week, and they were begging me to go to sleep, but every time I drifted off I had a repeat of some recurring nightmares. While I was having these nightmare, I knew they were nightmares, but couldn't wake myself up. I knew how they began and how they ended. And once one began, I couldn't wake myself up until it went all the way to the end.
One of the nightmares concerned a pit bull that was released in the hospital, and I could hear him running from room to room, attacking people and chomping on their bones. I knew when he got to my room (which he never did), he'd start chomping on my feet first and work his way up.
Another recurring nightmare was about being in a hospital run by terrorists, and it had a public side and back side. On the public side, they were nice as can be and took real good care of you. But on the back side, they were mean as hell and liked to torture people.
I also became very paranoid, and while slipping in and out of delirium. I had suspicions about being in a government hospital with government employees. I described some of this to John, and he said, "I don't know what they have you on man, but you are loopy!"
They started feeding me broth, and couple days later soft foods like Jello and ice cream. The best part about being in the hospital is ice cream.
There's a lot more to add, but I'll cut this short. The good news is I'm healing. The bad news is it's going to take a bit more time, but we'll get there.
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers and continuing support.
God bless.
Aw, Jim. Glad to hear you’re improving, but it sucks that you’re still dealing with some sores and weakness. I will keep praying for God’s blessings for your speedy and full recovery.
And may God also bless Chris, John and Amy.
In Jesus’ name.
Prayers for your continued healing. Hang in there.
Thank God you aren't in Canada!!!
Prayers Up for you Jim!!
Thank you for providing such a detailed update. It sounds like a horrific ordeal on every level. My family and I are still praying for you by name every day for your speedy and complete recovery.
Prayers up for you, Jim!
May you be granted a rapid and complete recovery. Being sick stinks!
I was in the hospital for ten days after quadruple bypass.
One day my wife visited and I said, "Don't touch me" because I was in such pain. On checking, the nursed discovered that they had neglected to give me my morphine dose earlier in the day.
Apparently they then doubled up the dosage. As a result I had hallucinations in the middle of the night. I also became paranoid and refused to cooperate until they summoned my wife. This was at about 3:30 in the morning.
It took a long, long time for the emotional turmoil from just thinking about that time subsided.
Jim, I can't imagine having recurring nightmares of the nature you describe. Get well.
On a related topic, you might want to spend some of your time figuring out what key processes you are performing so that someone else could do them.
I had a neighbor once who prevailed upon me to conduct his software business for one or two weeks. In preparation I made extremely detailed notes. The neighbor thanked me profusely some months later because my notes were so detailed that he was able to train his wife to run the business in his absence.
Hang in there Jim. God bless you and your healing.
May God bless you, Jim.
You’re an extraordinary person.
Praying for you.
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God bless you, Mr. Jim Rob .
I so enjoy being in your living room here on Free Republic. Prayers up for your complete recovery according to as our Lord ordains.
God bless you and your loving family
You’ve been through a lot! All I can do is wish you good health. Keep going!
May God heal you quickly and completely. May He shower your family members with blessings.
Jim, we need you! Please get well soon - it sounds like you’re nearly there!
Yikes! Hard to read all that. Prayers and healing thoughts!
Glad you are better. Keep up the spirits and therapy. May God bless you and heal you.
Ah, yes, I remember it well. The love/hate relationship.
Once, and only once, so far, in life myself.
You will love the outcome after hating the journey there.
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