Hey there… BHD with an update, writing from beautiful “downtown” hospital room. (This reference is a throw-back to my age when its originator was used starting in 1968.)
Upsides up my insides revealed that…
I’m gonna live!
Well, I was not planning on the alternative, but for a while there, I was willing to do anything to deal with the pain.
Turns out that severe pain itself caused my ol’ body to shut down how it processes food.
I will not describe much more… but it was really painful, heavy, ugly, smelly, and just damn incredibly yucky.
Tests at the hospital using the most whiz-bang modern nifty-keen equipment confirmed no significant damage to my internal organs that they can see; however, out of utmost caution, they are keeping me overnight.
And being a holiday weekend, they sure aren’t busy. So they offered to roll in an extra bed into my room for my spouse to stay with me overnight — no charge! What a deal!
As you can tell from this post, I sure am feeling better. I still have more recovery to do, but I have faith that all will “come out well in the end.” All of it. Whew (or “phew!”)
Life is short: remember this lesson — when you’re older than your mid-50s, don’t grab dead-weight little old ladies and have that action cause a ligament tear in your back.