In April, I went into rehab because I fell three times in one day.

In May 2025, I had three emergency back surgeries. It was agony.

I went into rehab at a nursing home. One place for four months, and they tried to kill me three times. First time was I had an infection in my bones after they removed my drain. I bled everywhere and had pus coming out of my wounds. “Oh, you’re doing fine,” they said, and finally the NP sent me to the hospital.

Second time I was thrown out of bed. Third time, I couldn’t breathe and asked to go to the hospital from Friday to Sunday morning. Finally they sent me. Come to find out, I had the flu and pneumonia.

No, I was not going back there. I picked a different one, but it was part of the larger corporation. So it’s not like I got a new one. But this place had dialysis in house, so I didn’t have to get treated like an Amazon package in the back of an ambulance.

At the first nursing home I was bedridden for two months. I forced myself to get up and in the wheelchair on my own. They were mad at me, but I wanted to go home. When I got to the second nursing home, I told them I was not a hoyer lift, and I used the walker and wheelchair to get around. Wheelchairs are so convenient. I decided to get one for home.

Anyway, I got home September 16. I lost so much weight that my clothes hang off me. My son didn’t do any cleaning, so I walked in just as I left it. Everything was frozen in time, April 11, 2025.

Now I’m home. I can barely walk, but I don’t care. I can’t get up the stairs without help. My son has to pick me up the stairs (good thing I lost weight, huh?). I have to walk through paths in my cluttered home. I gave up impressing people: PT, OT, nurses of all kinds come into my house now.

I’m back to editing and working for The Publisher a couple of hours a day, in between visitations. And you know what? No one from my family came to visit or call me, except my father, who drove up all the way from Florida. They’re not allowed at my funeral or the luncheon afterward. I will not forget or forgive.

I’ll try and update this a little more often. Not that anyone is listening.