and I’m not sleeping so I thought I’d take another stab at writing. I think that the track pad is my biggest hurdle.
I keep getting to the part of the story where I meet the surgeon and then fading out. The thing is my memory is pretty hazy after that. You hear things in that half light of anethesia that no one will confirm for you later. Did they happen? Well, some of them did.
They had a little trouble getting my blood pressure up after the first surgery, which is why they had me sign forms to agree to a transfusion and let them put in a central line. I don’t much love a central line, hurts like hell. My blood pressure was 50/20 so I learned omething new, you can be conscious with very low bp.
They did two more surgeries over the next two days to clean out the dead tissue. My stupid infected cyst had become necrotizing fasciitis. I spent the first week in icu on tons of drugs.
spelling, btw, is too hard.