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Before I discuss the final part of my journey, I should note that the hospital wanted to send me back home after a week and put me on the same two antibiotics which weren't working in the first place. The only way I could stay on the Vancomycin and … [Continue reading]
Your first 48 hours in a hospital room are the most chaotic, or so I've learned. No one is ready to dispense your medications—especially your pain medications—and no one is really ready to do much other than administer IV fluids and draw blood. In my … [Continue reading]
At the end of Part One, I was being transported to a hospital by a Rowlett, TX ambulance. I should mention that I was also wearing a cervical collar to stabilize the head I'd banged against the parking lot asphalt. Now, when you haven't trimmed your … [Continue reading]
There's been a bit of a gap since my last post, the reason for which is that I've been getting my butt kicked by accidents and general poor health. What I thought would be a month of doing IV antibiotics at home has become much more severe. Allow me … [Continue reading]