The following morning, my leg actually looked a bit worse. So I returned to Urgent Care just long enough to pay my copay and have the other doctor insist I go to the ER immediately if I wanted to keep my leg. She explained to us that the hospital had much stronger antibiotics than she had access to and that it was of the utmost importance I get there ASAP.
The ER immediately started me on Vancomycin, a strong broad spectrum antibiotic that the tech assured me "could clean the chrome off his bumper". It wasn't long after that the admitting doctor saw me and informed me I would be getting admitted for at least 24 hours to pump me full of more antibiotics and observe my progress.....
That was Thursday. Today is Sunday, September 1st which coincidentally is my 36th birthday. Instead of celebrating at home with my family I am all alone in this prison cell of a hospital room overwhelmed with stress, not to mention physical pain.
As of now, all I know regarding my condition is that I am dealing with Strep Pyrogenes a serious form of strep that if not properly dealt with can lead to loss of limbs or even death. The doctors here will give no estimates on when I will be released all they say over and over is "we will take it day by day" which is about the least comforting statement I can imagine.
To make a bad situation worse, two weeks from tomorrow I am supposed to be moving my family from Virginia To Texas. As of September 17th we won't even have a home available to us in Virginia and I don't even know that I will be out of the hospital by then! I need to be out of here working and making money to pay for the move, but instead I am in here acquiring tens of thousands of dollars of debt. Not to mention I should also be packing for our cross country move.
I can't do any of that though because I am in the hospital dealing with the fact my leg hurts constantly and I have random flu like symptoms. Those pains are NOTHING though, compared to the pain of watching my 4 year old son and almost 2 year old daughter cry because don't get why Daddy isn't coming home. Every time they visit, they seem a bit sadder and every goodbye is more dramatic and sad than the last. With all of this I can't help but feel like I am failing them, even though logically I know there is nothing I could do differently.
So here I am, the man of the house, the one who normally fixes everything and takes care of everyone, but instead I am helpless and worthless stuck in here. Anyone who knows me knows that I HATE asking for help. Hell, I won't even ask the nurses for help most of the time I just wait and suffer rather than press that call button. Nonetheless, I have a wife and 2 kids who are counting on me and in my current position the absolute only way I can be of any help to them is to swallow my pride and ask for help.
So here it is, if you can afford to help us out and want to do so please do. I promise I will do my best to repay everyone whether it be through favors or by "paying it forward" to someone else in a crappy situation once I no longer am,
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