The British are fond of the phrase, “A close run thing.” It has a self explanatory meaning; things almost didn’t work out.
This past week has presented me with several “close run things”.
So it came to the point where I wasn’t able to stand up off my own couch.
Then I soon found myself in an ambulance and at an ER, in Liberal, KS. They said I had a heart attack. That was what I thought as well.
Then, I soon found myself in yet another ambulance, taking me this time to the City of Andover KS.
When I got to Andover, the very nice people said, “we don’t think you had a heart attack. They were right.
But I still had a useless right arm and shoulder. My new medical team said, “We will figure it out”.
And they did.
My blood had turned septic and now my own blood was trying to kill me.
My new team was made up of dedicated people. I even knew one of them. Her name was Casey. She had played college basketball with our daughter Aspen. Aspen says Casey is the smartest person she knows. We now call her Dr. Butler.
They figured it out and are trying to make my blood my friend again. It’s going to take a while.
Then there was Dr. Livermore who power-washed my shoulder…twice. He described my shoulder as “nasty!”. And Dr. Zepick who advised me on which Formula 1 Races to attend. I was flattered.
This is why you haven’t heard from me on media, social or otherwise. I hope to be back soon.
There was also an exceptional group of nurses who helped me along.
Don Ukens, don3518@gmail.com