Glad to be breathing. Glad to be walking.
Spending a LOT of time inside Mk. II's lately. I really hate my newer cars with their lack of ground clearance and such. But, commanding one of the ALH engines is a whole different deal than the older stuff. The ALH's always have more on tap. I have never really found the upper limits on any of the three.....have had them all in triple digits multiple times. But, the top end? NO.
Truly have a lot to be thankful for this fall. In April, I had corrective surgery to my right foot. Seemed simple enough. The physician took out the stitches a bit early as he was getting total-knee replacement surgery. All was going well.
My foot got infected. Totally went nuts. I was in hosp. 15 days. First 8 days, it was a mystery whether or not I would be keeping the foot. I have never been in a situation where 3 grams of morphine would not remotely cut any pain. But, I was there.
Fentanyl was the only thing which helped....but, only got that twice after each of the 4 surgeries. By the way, I can clearly see where getting addicted to fent. would be very easy.
I am a graduate of Occupational therapy and have a bsn nursing. I knew I was in trouble. However, there are times when "knowing" does not help. I have worked with quite a few amputees. I knew the long road ahead if the worst was to occur.
Ending up keeping the foot. However, truly am partially disabled for life. Not happy about it. But, I have resumed pretty much everything I do.....some things are harder now.
So, this Thanksgiving has meaning. Living in "Let's go Brandon" new world. Tried to save money and did not buy a turkey this year. Had sparrow instead. Still hungry.