Levelling out

I’m relieved to say that I’m all good on my bills. Or at least in a far better position.  I fell a bit short of my goal but it was well worth doing. The whole point was to soften the blow from hospital bills and being unemployed for a month, which it did (a profuse thanks to all the amazing people in my life ). I’m healing up quite well too. I saw the Doctor yesterday and she says that if things keep up the way they’ve been doing I should be able to start working again in two weeks.  

It’s been a rough few weeks but as the title implies things are almost back to normal.  I’m almost done with antibiotics and my pain level is virtually nonexistent at this point. 

My dominant mentality is one of gratitude lately. I’m so grateful for everyone’s help which enabled me to focus on getting better without so much of the worrying I’m frequently prone to. 

That’d be it for now. I’m damn fortunate and well aware of it πŸ™‚

Game on!

-Thom 

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Promoting and Whoring

Is kinda my MO lately. Amazingly enough,  my Gofundme page netted some decent funds on the first day. Apparently a lot of people care about me, one donation was from an ex who I haven’t seen in over a decade.  So yeah,  happy with it so far but still a long way to the 2000$ goal. Here’s the link again, anything is always profusely appreciated. 

https://www.gofundme.com/help-thom-pay-his-hospital-bills
Regards –

Thom 

More Medical Misadventures of the Humble NarratorΒ 

Well, I done did it again.  This chapter of my chronicles of pain will be recalled as being a particularly bothersome and excruciating time for me. 

‘Yes, Mr. Writer Person,  but what are you getting at?’ I hear you saying.  Allow me to elaborate on the happenings of late. 

It all started off(last monday) like any other week. Took me meds, drank some coffee and went to work.  Something was a bit off from the get go about this day. I usually take my methotrexate on a day I work with no problems.  However,  this time the ‘Trex absolutely wiped me out. I ended up having the other busser take over so I could go home and collapse.  Which I did. It was right at this point I noticed some pain in my big toe.  Didn’t seem like a big deal but it was huge by the next day,  red too. I decided to not wait any longer because I was already having trouble walking. In retrospect taking my methotrexate that day absolutely screwed me. I would never take DMARDS if I knew I had an infection.  I think it really gave the bacteria a foothold. Meh.

So yeah,  I  hobbled to an urgent care Center about a half mile from my house. Got it looked at by a doctor and was put on an antibiotic called Bactrim and sent on my way. At that point I was fairly certain that the situation had been handled.  I could not have been more wrong. I’ll illustrate the why part in due time. 

I started the Bactrim and things seemed to be improving as my pain was steadily going down. I was still having problems with walking but I figured that would work itself out. By the time I was nearly done with my course of antibiotics I was sure that the situation was not rectified. I was getting some evil pain and the swelling was still raging. I used a conveniently situated appointment with my Internist to show him my foot. His jaw pretty much dropped and he was like ‘Go to the Hospital, Thom. Now.’

I called my Mom as I had taken the bus to my doctor and the hospital he wanted me to go to is way the hell in Tampa. She didn’t know about any of this and I feel so terrible about it but I didn’t want her to worry. My Mom worries about Me quite enough. She drove me to the ER and the madcap adventure began.

The time in the ER was pretty unremarkable aside from a one hilarious exception.  The Physicians Assistant drained an abcess and put me on a ton of IV antibiotics.  They were also watching my heart rate which was sky high. I wasn’t surprised when they told me I was being admitted due to the issues that I mentioned.  The exception? 

A Doctor came in my exam room. Said ‘I understand that your blood work says you have some pancreitis, does this hurt?’ As he probed my abdomen.  ‘UMMM, No.’ Was my immediate reaction. He excused himself with a puzzled look on his face.  He had my first name confused with the last name of someone else in the ER. He came back red as a tomato and apologized profusely.  Aside from being a bit unnerving it was funny as all hell πŸ™‚

So I got admitted.Nothing too exciting.  Some friends visited and brought me a lovely THC edible so I managed to sleep that night tethered to an IV pump.  Woke up and had a pretty boring day waiting for a doctor to assess my foot further and finish what was started in the ER. Finally got a Foot Surgeon in and she did not disappoint. The procedure wasn’t too bad but the numbing part literally made me scream and thrash.  Anyhow, the Nice Lady left about thirty minutes ago and I’m just chillin on muh blog currently.  The annoying thing is that I have to do without my RA meds until further notice.  Except prednisone and pain meds, those I can still have.

I’m out of work for I don’t know how long. I’m away from my Husband to be and my Animals.  But damnit, I’m keeping my freaking foot. As usual,  I owe it all to my amazing Mom. I say this because I know she’ll read it,  and were this not the case I would still give due credit.  She’s the absolute Best. 

That seems like as good a note to close on as any πŸ™‚

Cheers-

Thom