It’s been a while, but there hasn’t been much to talk about on any given day.  Mostly just several wound care appointments where the doctor is liking the progress the hole is making.  It’s still ugly and nasty, but it doesn’t look like an effect from a bad zombie movie anymore.  The night I went… Read More »

So now I’m largely in maintenance mode while I wait for the next phase to kick in.  I’ve had two appointments with my GP to get my wounds looked at and work on some other things.  She was concerned about my blood sugar and blood pressure, so we adjusted my blood pressure meds and I… Read More »

So the morning after I got out of the hostibule I went downtown to a different hostibule for wound care.  I hate driving downtown.  So I got there, parked on the roof of the ramp, and staggered in.  Turns out the hostibule campus is a big U shape.  The ramp is just off the curve… Read More »

So I wound up in the hostibule again.  This time it was a week.  Needless to say, Stacie was not thrilled and I had enough doctors and nurses tell me “listen to your gorram wife!” I lost count.  Here’s the timeline for the hostibulization, as I remember it.  I was high on oxy for a… Read More »