Well, it has been an extraordinary ten days or so for me. I’m not done processing it, and don’t know for sure if I ever will be, and this will likely be the only mention of it ever on this blog, but I feel like I need to say something here.
I was released from the hospital on Sunday, after a lovely one week stay. Turns out what I thought was a bad asthma flare-up was a huge pulmonary embolism. I won’t go into the gory details here, but I was a millimeter (-re for my international readers . . .) or three from being a dead man. No warning signs, no symptoms, just a big blood clot in my pulmonary artery that extended into both lungs for no good reason. They’re not sure how long I was walking around with it, but I managed to set up for and cook a meal for 100 at church with it for certain. So close. Too close.
So, that’s why I’ve been quiet on the blog front. I should be back to drinking interesting stuff soon, and will resume the normal flow of the blog. Glad to be here. Thanks. Sorry for the brief detour.
Well, I for one am pleased as punch that you will be around for years to continue to blog on this stuff….
GEEZ, Dave. That’s one hell of a scare. Did you go home and hug your family?
I’m very glad to hear you’re on the good side of this. And don’t apologize for the detour!
Thanks for the kind thoughts, Kathy. I hugged my family before, during and certainly after. They were great support, as you’d expect.
The kids drew these amazing pictures of my lungs full of blood clots that the doctors and nurses just loved.
Glad you’re not dead Dave. We were all pretty scared.