Well, in my last post, I’m sure you don’t remember, I was in the middle of six weeks of IV drug therapy for a bad infection that I had in a wound. Even though the antibiotics felt like poison in my system, I survived and I’m happy to report that I received an all clear from my infectious disease doctor. That’s right, I’m alive and doing fine. The progress made by my wound has been remarkable. Almost to the point where we thought we could heal this through good nutrition and some high protein supplements. In addition, staying off it as much as I can and projecting a positive outcome after several more weeks. After meeting with the surgeon twice in two weeks the verdict was “no way, José,” or Steve as you will. Unfortunately the damage to the tissue and the depth of the wound itself precludes any possibility of this thing healing naturally by itself. Surgery is a far foregone conclusion. As much as I despise going into that operating room, frosty cold and smelling of sterile solutions and disinfecting, I’ve done it enough to know what to expect and how to approach it and ultimately put it behind me.
There is one small glitch that adds a wee bit of drama to the event. Because I’ve had so many of these reconstructions done in the past, there is very little material left to sufficiently close my new opening. This goes way back to the fact that I never had much of an ass anyway. Whether the meat in question is viable muscle tissue or fat tissue with adequate blood flow, putting these pieces together will require surgically opening my leg further and then doing a very creative but tricky close. I think my doctor’s great. I have every confidence in him and his ability. He’s a young gun from South Africa and moves at a pace that I’m quite comfortable with. All the steps we’ve taken have been methodical and deliberated with care since he took my case. I appreciate it immensely especially after the “do nothing” attitude of the previous group I saw. That was their course of action, “nothing.”
The magic date is July 25th. Sitting around waiting and anticipating a major surgery and then hospital stay is not good exercise for maintaining mental health. Even though you get to put into play a lot of the tools you may have acquired and trained with in the past, uncertainty and other universal rules, make it a tedious balancing act that drains your energy. And it sucks.
Unfortunately, my unwavering faith has become a thing of the past. As more questions creep into my head, blind faith has taken a backseat to a very powerful Spirit Science which has enabled me to find answers on my own and seeking a truth from within. Not from any particular house or a particular book. My inner space has, as of late, provided me with a great deal of comfort.
Once I’m able to come home and begin my recovery, I will be able to plan an awesome future of adventures with Jayne. Future plans include plenty of sunshine, saltwater and fresh air. I’m greatly looking forward to it.