Tag: Hospite Stay

The latest Youtube Post…

“Hello there… a quick update of sorts…
Assuming nothing else comes up, I should be heading home sometime this week.
I’m still on the mend and it’ll be a while before things get up and running ’round these parts…
But the worst has come and gone… now begins the healing process.
Will update soon…
Later…”

Yeah, so… a rather uneventful weekend… a few check-ups, a few blood tests, but if nothing else, I’ll be treated externally and should be headed home some time this week.

Someone figured that I wasn’t eating their veg and maybe I shouldn’t be sticking around… can’t say I blame them.

I’ll be perfectly fair here; the staff at the hospital has been nothing but pleasant. Sometimes, they get a bad rap because of a piss-poor excuse for a public health system and yeah, I may have been a bit… reactive in a prior post… but they’ve kept good care of me both physically and mentally, they’ve been largely friendly and helpful, largely complementary, and while I might not always be the easiest patient to deal with, I will never find myself at a point where I would slag on the people working here for being uncaring pricks. They just work for a system that is largely run by uncaring pricks.

 

I missed a day of posts… I’m sorry.

I’m still in the hospital… they moved me to residence, which means that the danger has largely passed… now comes the process of recovery and… learning to be patient…

That last part has always been the killer for me.

I’ve never been one for patience. It’s something that I tried to have, but it ends up going nowhere. People joke about that Captain America clip from the post-credits of that Spider-Man, about how patience could lead to very little and seems like it’s not worth it… and then you wonder why you’ve waited so long for something so disappointing.

This hits a bit different now… because that’s the feeling I’m having right now.

It’s difficult to take things slow. It’s difficult to just stay in one place and just be calm. It’s difficult to just stay in one place. I try to keep my mind occupied. I’m writing posts for future entries. I’m brushing up on reviews for future videos. I’m doing some work on the blog since I’ve got a laptop. I occasionally open up Super Tetris and play a few rounds of that because I had the foresight to install the DOS version on this Thinkpad thing that somehow hasn’t blown up in my face. I’m putting my mind on getting some stuff done just take my mind off my current situation.

Sometimes, it works.

Sometimes, it doesn’t.

A day at a time… that’s what they tell me.

That’s what I keep telling myself.

Take it slow.

That’s what I need to do right now.

And that’s the problem.

…

We’ll see about posting something more pleasant tomorrow.

Right now?

I’m just not feeling it.

Later.

Hello, folks.

I am currently writing this post from an emergency room.

I may as well bare it all… so this past weekend, I’ve having some issues breathing and it got to a point where I had no choice but to get myself admitted to a hospital. Turns out that I have some clots in my lungs and those need to be cleared out. Also, at the same time, I’m also getting my Crohn’s checked out.

I’m not going to lie… I’m scared shitless here… and despite assurances that all is going to be alright and there will be treatment to take care of this stuff, I can’t help but feel a bit helpless in this situation. I’ve never dealt with these situations all that well, either when a family member is suffering or whether I’m the one in this situation. I’ve never had an extended hospital stay. The situation didn’t just scare me, it angered me. I feel trapped. I’m not going to have a pleasant time here.

None of this is because of the staff. They’ve been helpful, some of them even speak English (thank fuck for small favors), and I’ve got a few things to keep me relatively sane. I can only hate myself for being in this position.

Obviously, who knows what this means for future material. I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. I’m hoping it’ll be sooner than later… but then that would be a fool’s hope.

I don’t know. WIsh me luck. Spare me a prayer.

Or maybe send me cyanide. That might help.

Will get in touch soon.

All the best,
Dave