In April, I went into rehab because I fell three times in one day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In May 2025, I had three emergency back surgeries. It was agony. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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<\/em>, 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’ll try and update this a little more often. Not that anyone is listening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 … Continue reading