I'm gone for a little while, to regain my health.

Duster

Duster

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Deep South, US
For those of you who’ve become my friends in the past year or so:
Checking in to let know I won’t be around for around for a time.

I don’t want lots of messages or replies, because I can’t answer them at this time.
Life has thrown me a curve ball. I went to bed Tuesday night, September 1, 2020, everything normal.

I woke up Wednesday to a different world. I started my tea and got on the computer. My thinking was muddled. I started spilling things. I fell out of my chair onto the floor.
By the time my husband came home, I couldn’t talk in sentences. He got me to the emergency room.
I spent the next week with tests and doctors { so far}. I had a stroke. My lungs were fulled with fluid. My swollen leg needs an operation to clear out the knots in my veins. I have a tumor in my stomach. More surgery.

My past week has been bed bound, in the hospital, with tubes and wires everywhere. There’s no end in sight. Next is the out of town medical specialists.
I’m tired. I don’t know when I can return. Take care and be good to each other. I’ll come back when I’m up to it. Bye for now.
 

Prayers for a speedy recovery going up, @Duster! Hope you are able to get back soon!


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Duster said:
For those of you who’ve become my friends in the past year or so:
Checking in to let know I won’t be around for around for a time.

I don’t want lots of messages or replies, because I can’t answer them at this time.
Life has thrown me a curve ball. I went to bed Tuesday night, September 1, 2020, everything normal.

I woke up Wednesday to a different world. I started my tea and got on the computer. My thinking was muddled. I started spilling things. I fell out of my chair onto the floor.
By the time my husband came home, I couldn’t talk in sentences. He got me to the emergency room.
I spent the next week with tests and doctors { so far}. I had a stroke. My lungs were fulled with fluid. My swollen leg needs an operation to clear out the knots in my veins. I have a tumor in my stomach. More surgery.

My past week has been bed bound, in the hospital, with tubes and wires everywhere. There’s no end in sight. Next is the out of town medical specialists.
I’m tired. I don’t know when I can return. Take care and be good to each other. I’ll come back when I’m up to it. Bye for now.
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I'm going to miss you, Duster.

Take care of yourself and get your health back in order, and do know you will be in my thoughts and prayers.

A warm hug just for you (from me). 🤗
 
Thank you so much for sharing your experience. I'm sure it was painful to do, which makes it all the more generous. You have helped others by describing this. I know there will be help for you and that you will make a recovery. You are a very lively member, Duster, and I always enjoy your words. Take care, be well, come back. ♥
 
I've only just seen this Duster.

No need to attempt any replies to these comments, but this must be terrifying for you, and the important thing is that you try to stay as calm as possible during this crises. Just know that people here are all praying for you to be well.. and we wish you everything you're wishing for yourself..
 
Positive thoughts of healing and speedy recovery @Duster.

I know the experience when I had Bell's palsy where I was perfectly fine one day and the next morning, there was a weird feeling the way my mouth moved. I had to go to ER to rule out transient ischemic attacks (TIA). After tests were done, my self diagnosis was confirmed; it was Bell's palsy.
 
Thank all of you for your well wishes.
I suffered a small stroke.
The week was MRI's, Cat scan, x- rays and every test they could slip by me. Two covid 19 tests later and they are clear, even though I was on a covid 19 floor of the hospital.

There was a 3 hour transfer by ambulance that my husband refers to Mr Toads Wild Ride. The ambulance came for me around 9 PM. We watched an air ambulance land with some woman on her way to help. We got loaded and my husband was in a car riding behind.
I took a nap and woke up to the driver smoking pot and playing loud music. The smoke was directed toward the back of the ambulance, where I was.

Since my lungs have embolisms that are breaking off and moving toward my heart, I didn't know what to do.
Then the driver took a wrong turn and turned off the interstate. We were in a shifty neighborhood. My husband tried to talk to the driver, but she wouldn't talk to him. Got back on the interstate and we had traffic stopped. A bad wreak. At one point a police cruiser pulled up behind the ambulance with lights and sirens blaring. The driver freaked out, but the police were going elsewhere.
We're about 40 minutes late and when they did find the right exit, they were still lost. We finally made it to the University Teaching Hospital about 11:30.

We made it safely to my room. My husband was so mad at them, but I said let it go, I didn't wan't them looking for revenge. Yes, the drivers ditched him and yes they were unprofessional on many counts. After we came home this week, he reported the incident to our hospital anyway.

My lungs have a filter they put in my chest. It's filtering the clots out. My leg clots are better with blood thinners.

Sorry, edited, too personal.

I've returned home until we find out if the tumor is malignant or benign {sometime mid next week}.
My husband gives me two shots a day. He says it's payback for all the years gone by. Too much medicine, but it's bearable.
He's been a real trooper. Couldn't have done it without him.

We wait, and I try to get stronger, as my fate lies in the balance.
 
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Duster said:
Thank all of you for your well wishes.
I suffered a small stroke.
The week was MRI's, Cat scan, x- rays and every test they could slip by me. Two covid 19 tests later and they are clear, even though I was on a covid 19 floor of the hospital.

There was a 3 hour transfer by ambulance that my husband refers to Mr Toads Wild Ride. The ambulance came for me around 9 PM. We watched an air ambulance land with some woman on her way to help. We got loaded and my husband was in a car riding behind.
I took a nap and woke up to the driver smoking pot and playing loud music. The smoke was directed toward the back of the ambulance, where I was.

Since my lungs have embolisms that are breaking off and moving toward my heart, I didn't know what to do.
Then the driver took a wrong turn and turned off the interstate. We were in a shifty neighbor. There was some BLM and antifa activity on Labor Day night, when we were lost. My husband tried to talk to them, but they already knew everything and wouldn't talk to him. Got back on the interstate and we had traffic stopped. A bad wreak. At one point a police cruiser pulled up behind the ambulance with lights and sirens blaring. The driver freaked out, but the police were going elsewhere.
We're about 40 minutes late and when they did find the right exit, they were still lost. We finally made it to the University Teaching Hospital about 11:30.

We made it safely to my room. My husband was so mad at them, but I said let it go, I didn't wan't them looking for revenge. Yes, the drivers ditched him and yes they were unprofessional on many counts. After we came home this week, he reported the incident to our hospital.

My lungs have a filter they put in my chest. It's filtering the clots out. My leg clots are better with blood thinners.

I had a biopsy on my weird, large stomach tumor. In my Dr.s words," You have a tumor the size of a basketball." The students and facility seem super interested in having a medical oddity on campus. Trust me, being a freak show isn't something you want. I just want it to be somewhat normal. Make the monster go away.

I've returned home until we find out if the tumor is malignant or benign {sometime mid next week}.
My husband gives me two shots a day. He says it's payback for all the years gone by. Too much medicine, but it's bearable.

My story has never been normal. So I wait, and I try to get stronger, as my fate lies in the balance.
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((((((HUGS))))))
 
OMG...an ambulance driver smoking weed.. and having a party while they were driving ? WTH? their arse wouldn't touch the ground on the way to jail here..

So sorry you've had to endure all that Duster, ...thank goodness you have the strength of your lovely husband..

Wishing you everything you wish for yourself...

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