I am, and happy.
Rumors of my death are scarcely exaggerated.
Three weeks ago my best friend Joe once again proved himself by taking me at 6 AM (fortunately he’s an early riser) to the emergency room. I had violent pains in the right side of my chest and back, couldn’t sleep. And, oh yeah, was literally on the verge of suffocating.
First I learned I had diabetes (it was a happy, happy day.) Then I found out I had brutal pneumonia.
Tried hard to do, Was rejected. Got stuff to do, it seems. I learn that nothing seems beyond recovery. Diet and exercise are key to most elements; huge surprise.
To help, I dropped around 50 pounds in the hospital – my wait had ballooned near 270; it’s now 227. An effective plan. It will never be popular.
Got sprung today. Was time. Returned home to find a posse of awesome friends awaiting me – part of a crew who had purged, cleaned, and literally remodeled my house in my absence.
I stand in awe, gratitude, and love. My friends bless and honor me.
As do many who have sent gifts and well-wishes. Thanks so much to all. It helps me heal.
Apologies to those whom I alarmed when I dropped off the face of the Earth. I seriously almost did. My core support here were rightly concerned about my appearing on one of those ComeRobMe websites. So they kept it quiet. I contacted a few people, many way late; I was in little shape to communicate. And unfortunately not all my friends connect to one another.
Adding complications, it took me until last week to find out how to get online at the hospital. Never did get email. So my inboxes groan at the moment.
Not gonna edit this. Wasted and joyous, and also in a bit of pain, which will pass.
Thanks again. I love you all.
There’s no place like home!
So true.
Got as well as I could in the hospital. Took some doing. Just looked at my sheet on what I was treated for. I was a sick puppy.
It appears I knocked hard on not one but three of Death’s doors. Fortunately, I was refused admittance.
I appear to be here for a purpose which I have yet to fulfill. So: busy.
Welcome back, Vic. Glad you’re doing better. I wasn’t part of the posse but I’ve been thinking of you.
Thanks, Pati! Your good thoughts help, and are appreciated.
All security measures understandable. Good:
1 – to have you back;
2 – that it wasn’t worse, and;
3 – that you have a good core support group.
- M. (\”/)
Thanks!
As for 2 & 3 – fuckin’ A.
Although as I said to Saraphina above: holy shit, it was bad enough.
A very hearty welcome home, Vic!
Very, very glad to know you’re back at home. I’ve been following the updates through the grapevine since your admission to the hospital and I can’t tell you how delighted I am to know that you’re home and well on the way to recovery.
I know you are very wiped right now, and resting is priority one. But the minute you begin to feel housebound, just let me know. I’d happily come pick you up for some Ghost Recon or whatnot.
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