hospital

 

Hello friends

For those concerned, I made it through the surgery

on Saturday and have nothing but high praise  for

the wonderful doctors and nurses at Mass General

the fellow I shared the room with was in worse

shape than me, if you can believe it, and he at 70

(I am 2 years older than him) he had a great 

attitude saying "We're still breathing."

The bone was protruding from my arm... all i

saw was blood pouring from the knee and arm

...the head numb (that really hurt...let the docs

look at the cat scans, x rays ...we don't need to 

see 'em.... at least i don't want to....

so i go to the gym to shower and they are horrified...

staffer #1 ---a very good friend - wants to bandage 

me---i'm oblivious...probably was in shock ---

went to the shower to wash the blood off, silly

me...u cannot wash off what is pouring out, but

again, i was dazed and confused 

staffer Alex comes into locker room, my towel getting

bloodier {i'm sparing y'all the blood photos I sent

Matheus and new PCA Steve) ...Alex smartly calls

ambulance (I was ho hum going to drive home)

and six people descend on me and the ambulance

drivers create a brace right away for the arm and

patch up the leg....

 

MGH was freaked  a)that I was

able to get to the gym  b)how bad it was

Ryan at emergency room gets a gold star,

(not to be confused with Dr. Ryan, and another

nurse named Ryan.... file under Ryan, Ryan and

Ryan health care I guess)....and here's the really

good news, they put me into emergency surgery

instead of Sunday morning (which would have

meant me still being there today and not typing

this to y'all) ....

Now come the anesthesiologists,,,

they put me in pre-op and said "We think your

heart is much too weak...." and they tell me 

they want to stick a needle in the right side of

my neck which means I will be awake while

they clean off the bone protruding out of my skin

and put it back in place....right....no friggin' way

   

we spend 20 to 30 minutes in discussion,

and I resign myself to the fact I may never

wake up, but I'm so hurting and banged up

I go for the anesthesia.

What music do you  want to hear?

Singer Bobby Hebb and I were best of friends,

and Sunny being one of my all time favorite

songs (and I was going to lunch with Bobby's

daughter at the Kowloon on Sunday....oh well)

they played Sunny.  Tears were streaming down

my eyes and the nurse wiped them....I mean

if it's the last song I'm going to hear in my life

let it be Sunny....me being Bobby's producer

these days...his voice would have been the

last...I drift off.....and awake in a Twilight Zone

moment.....Ok....i made it through the rain

where am I, you know? ....faces adjusting,

me not knowing where I am...but knowing

where I am...all a blur to me

tons of well wishers on Facebook really meant

a lot....the kind care and patience from the 

medical staff...I'm home today, my PCA will

be over to check up on me, my car is still

at the gym, God Bless Them, Matheus in

Virginia but God bless him, worried about me

and keeping me sane....we have an amazing

trip to Maine on April 12, and two weeks

later this....we were with his landlords on

April 11 the Saturday at the Encore (we don't gamble,

they do, free Cranberry juice) things were

fantastic and that John Lennon quote he

probably got from somewhere else

 

 "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans" 

the doctors were buzzing about my jokes,

I didn't think they were THAT funny, must've been

my timing.....

  

Joe Viglione