When you are second in line at a Deli the person in front of you orders ten different kinds of meats and cheeses, each one to be tasted, and of varying thickness.
Something like this happened to me yesterday. All I needed was 8 oz of Black Forest Ham.
TO ADVISE YOU THaT I AM UNRERGOING TREATMENTS to deal with possible/probable blood infection, arising from fairly minor surgery THUS my Facebook page has been quite, and will be for a while The treatments are important but my condition is not life threatening I will be in touch when matters are improving NO CALLS PLEASE NO CALLS PLEASE
The saga started at the Sarasota Memorial Hospital's Wound Clinic. A small lesion on my right leg was healing well; but the big toe was wildly inflamed and infected. Thus followed surgery for that; with a bonus - the long overdue insertion of a stent from my heart to my right leg. On one of my furloughs I was sent home bearing a Jackson-Pratt drainage machine with instructions for its use. Grrh a plastic tube broke loose as I slept, causing a flood in my sleep wear etc. Fortunately that was the day for a nurse to be at my home. Back at the Hospital I was not a particularly good boy. When given the choice between going home or having therapy I always chose to go home. On one occasion I chose home. No sooner had I been there I fell into a sense of deep loneliness. I went back to the hospital where I had to be treated as a new patient. I had allowed my stubborn will to override my good sen...
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