Wednesday 28 May 2008

Is That a Surgery-Drain in Your Pocket or Are You Just Happy to See Me?

When we talked about the huge possibility that I would have a seizure during my operations, there were four windows of time that were considered "the worst possible times" for a seizure to happen. Because I always take on a challenge, I had not one, not two, but three grande mal seizures during one of those windows. Things could have been worse. Obviously. I'm still alive. But the timing was nearly catastrophic. One surgeon surmised it this way: "When we got you stabilized and began to work on repairing the damage from the seizures, it quickly became clear that it would be far easier to amputate your leg than reconnect it. In fact, we discussed it at length."

My vanity leads me to assume that they decided against amputation because they knew when I woke up, I'd take my cut-off leg and beat them all to death with it.

So that's how bad it was. And here I am, expecting to be recovered within a few days. (My vanity coexists quite happily with my hubris.) It's going to be a long road and I'm trying to accept that without accepting the pessimism of my surgeons who fear that I may never walk without aid again. Neither my patience or my pesos will allow me to stick around here to prove my doctors wrong so, as I write this, plans are being put in place to get me home. It will be a mult-stage, multi-city, multi-friend process that hopefully will begin Friday morning and will culminate in Zihua by the middle of next week.

And for my next trick....

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