Ach...It's Mr Misery!

Yes...it is 1:30a and I am up and sitting at my computer. This sounds just like the sleepless nights of old, eh?! Yea, it certainly does...yet it isn't quite the same. Because I have been recovering from a significant injury to my right ankle/lower leg requiring surgery and hardware to hold stuff together...I have been sleeping a great deal throughout the day. This has made a huge difference in how I feel overall.

But on the other hand this whole experience has been a huge shock to my system. In a nutshell here is what has happened to me these last couple of months.

About 8 weeks ago I came down with a bad case of bronchitis, at least that is what they thought it was. 5 weeks and 4 rounds of anti-biotic and I was still sick. Some of the tests they ran me through showed a possibility of Congestive Heart Failure so I began a series of tests on my heart.   

At week 7 in this ordeal I started to just pass out and fall unconscious to the floor...or into the bathtub...or into a kitchen table and chairs. It scared the hell out of me and I was starting to get hurt with bumps and bruises all over my body. During the last 8 to 10 days I was calling my doctor's office almost daily begging them for help...I was terrified that i was really going to get hurt. Twice I hit my head extremely hard...once in the kitchen hitting the floor full-bore and once when falling into the bath-tub. It took a full day each time for me to think straight again.

The Doc scheduled a Cat-Scan and some blood work but wouldn't tell me what i should do. I even said they might have to hospitalize me or I am going to get hurt. They did NOTHING...    

So last Sun night/Mon morning around 2a I collapsed in the kitchen, falling straight down on myself, basically breaking the fibula along a 3' diagonal crack. It require immediate surgery to repair with 9 screws and a long plate.

I was just stunned and terribly upset that this had happened and I had been ignored to the point that I was so badly injured. Now they are so worried about everything./..this same idiot doctor wanted to with hold permission to operate on my leg because i hadn't seen a cardiologist yet..except I had nearly a week before! And I had been cleared by him to boot....    

So now I start Spring way behind physically...with a long rehab ahead of me. And I am absolutely drowning in medical bills making life even more difficult. But what can you do? But keep keeping on, right?!