Four

I don't even know.

My body just feels like it betrayed itself.

You know, everything that could go wrong has kind of gone wrong.

Blood pressure. Kidneys.

What else? Everything.

Strength reduction. Wound dressings. Abdominal surgery.

And yet I still hold faith.

So, I appreciate privacy and prayer as I try to work through this. Because I don't have answers.

Shit.

There was no dignity in that death.

This third hospital stay broke my spirit. It robbed me of my humanity. Every day I felt that jail close in on me. Blood was taken 118 times without my consent. I was limited mobility in a bed that didn't fit my body   Just treated like a catered being.  I asked for a chaplain and mental health support. In the two weeks I was there it never happen. I mostly sat in my own misery. Tubes down my throat. Not being able to communicate. Unfamiliar with the pain that attacked my body.  These wounds physically manifesting


When u get out of surgery your family doesn't get contacted

You could have just died.

As I paint the story of this recovery, over time. I will be u recognizable to u.  This journey is different

She wakes and now there is a walker ...

it is so important to tell your own story. it is the first day living at the hospital for several weeks trying not to die.
I been so so sick I have allowed for no real update.

This is the third time Death has come and has failed.

I dont have much to say because tubes were removed yesterday for me to even talk out loud.
I havent eaten really food in three weeks

I am on the mend.  be patient.  stress can kill and weaken you so please respect my space as I heal.  please dont text me a ton or attack my close friends who know more.

I will update on the blog as I have done.  but yes, this time was the worst.