I’m very moved by all of you, your love and support while healing meant so much.
I’ve resisted asking but I am open for help from anyone who feels guided and moved to do so.
On january 25, I slipped and fell in bathroom before a shower. Apparently I laid there for three days before someone found me. No memory of any of it.
According to doctors, I was barely breathing. I was almost immediately placed on a respirator. Acute pneumonia, kidney failure, and renal failure. During this time, I went from a healthy 182lbs to 138.5lbs.
Kind of sounds like a “times up” moment honestly. I had no memory of any of the above. And I don't drink nor do drugs and have led a clean life.
I am grateful to be alive. I’ve been in the hospital since January 28. This Wednesday, the hospital is finally releasing me. I’ve been stuck in a wheelchair and under bed rest with the inability to talk, being on a respirator, losing 50 lbs in a matter of weeks and being tube fed - to now walking around, slowly gaining weight, restored voice, and eating.
One thing is certain: I am very grateful to be alive. And I will never view my mortality the same again or anything else for that matter. I probably will have to surrender that I may never fully understand this fully.
This six week slice out of my earning potential is next to mind numbing. I’ve actually made myself not think about it while I’ve been healing. Now it’s front and center. Some love would help. Thanks.
It’s never easy to ask for help - at least for me. But if you are in a position to help with a small donation to help me get back on my feet again after such a devastating and life changing experience, I’m open to it and it could really make a difference. Every little bit helps.
