My Last Five Days

My stunt double looking sad

This is why my blogging streak ended.

Tuesday, 9th

I started having intense pains in my stomach and lower chest. I went to the ER where I many times said my pain level was 10. It hurt so much that I wanted to lie down on the floor. After an hour or so, I was admitted to an ER Room where I received a few blood draws. At 4:30am!, I was finally admitted to a room.

Wednesday, 10th,

I had umpteen scans and MRIs. Another two dozen, maybe, blood draws. The doctors and analysts decided I had a severely infected gall bladder. I had surgery to remove the gall bladder at 9 pm. Apparently, some of the surgery was by robotics. The whole thing took about 40 mins. I had a hatrack with the myriad of bags and tubes that would attached to me as a permanent friend.

Thursday, 11th

More bloods, more antibiotics, zillions of vitals being taken. As luck would have it, I had made a 120 chocolate-chip cookies. I gave about 60 to the staff on my wing of the 3rd floor. They were very happy to get them.

Friday, 12th

I finally go permission to leave at 9am. More tests, more blood draws, more vitals. I was so out of it and so depressed, that I never read or watched TV. I’d just stare at white board, doze for 30 seconds or so, look at the wall clock, and repeat. I left at 4:30pm. I remember getting almost no real sleep and it being noisy, quite often. Oh, and the hospital was interested in how much pee I made.

I’m home and super tired, have lots of medicine to take, can’t exercise for 6 weeks, and have a restricted diet for 2 to 6 weeks. It’s possible that I won’t ever be able to eat some thing.

And I just had a bad case of Covd. Oh ploppers.

Paul De Lancey, Ph.D.

My cookbook, Following Good Food Around the World, with its 180 wonderful recipes, my newest novel, Do Lutheran Hunks Eat Mushrooms, a hilarious apocalyptic thriller, and all my other books, are available on amazon.com.