Topic: Conspicuous by my absence
This will be short and sweet for now...
I barely remember Monday the 4th of Jan. I do NOT remember the 5th at all. EVIDENTLY I got up & went to work. I had already made arrangements to meet one of my work partners at a secure detention facility to finish a project. I drove 30 miles up the Interstate, parked cattywumpus across the handicapped spaces and went inside.
Partner (TB) came in and asked me why I wasn't talking. After some drama that wound up with TB calling 911, they carted me outa there. I was cooperative up till this point. TB called Tia and Tia met us at the hospital. When they seperated me from the people I knew, I became violent.
Because TB is a long legged female of color the rumors and speculation were flying. The most popular one was that I was overdosed on something. Anyway the girls said you don't know this man and the fun began. Half a dozen bigass uglies later they had me entubated, strapped to a board and still kicking. The biggest ER guy came out with my clothes and said, "He is maniac strong..."
After enough Diprivan to kill a rhino, I finally settled into a warm conversation with Michael Jackson (RIP). The Doc finally came out and said Mr. Jones has a massive brain tumor. Tomato sized.
After I lay dead for a coupla days, they went to work. They cut through my skull, moved the eye to one side, and cut out the tumor, replaced the skull with eyeball intact and bolted me back together with Titanium. All in all, a handy bit of work. They pulled my tubes a week later and I woke up in Intensive Care...no clue what happened.
After fighting with every nurse on the next floor they moved me to, about how much narcotics was allowed, my brain surgeon ripped up the whole floor for their incompetence and I finally stopped screaming after being properly dosed. After a potentially deadly combination of pain meds one day, the nurse smirked and told the girls there was no point in hanging around now cause I was done.
When I sat up in bed and very lucidly thanked them for being here and for saving my life, and nursie for finally showing some compassion, the nurse ran out of the room scared and went off somewhere to give it up for Jesus. She don't know this man. 
The following Saturday as I was getting ready to go home, I had a major setback. My guts caught fire and I almost bled to death. Back on the IVs, back on the morphine, and more weight GONE.
I'm finally home now and sleeping a lot. By whatever grace there is in the Universe, I did not leave my wife and kids alone.
There is a lot more to the story, but I'm tired now.
MuchLove
emaciatedJeff
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Blues From the Bottoms
What can I say? I'm so sorry to hear that you had to go through all of that, but I'm thankful that you're home now. My prayers and those of my family go out to you and your family. Get well buddy and for goodness sakes, take it easy. Rest that weary head of yours and don't worry, when you are back to 100% we will be here for you just as we are now. 
