That they’ve gone and changed the interface.
“What kind of post am I making?”
WTF, that is, how do I know when I haven’t even started yet.
Anyway, short version?
Stuff happened, and I’m still alive.
At the beginning of November I had a day with a persistent dry cough, and the next day felt sort of crappy, and finally I ended up in the emergency room at midnight.
Somehow it is always late night in the emergency room.
I was thoroughly scanned and examined and x-rayed and about anything you can think of.
After all the results were in I was on oxygen up in a hospital bed since they had found pulmonary embolisms in both lungs.
They sent me home the next day, but later I ended up back for a week when a bit of lung died (eek!).
I am now at home recovering.
Recovering is sloooooooooow.
The blood thinners don’t actually dissolve the clots -the embolisms are clots blocking up things in my lungs – they just keep me from making more.
The actual clots themselves apparently gradually disperse over time.
And they mean gradually, I’m still on oxygen after a month, and I’ll be on blood thinners for at least six months, maybe more.
Still, there has been a lot of improvement.
I can now sit still without needing oxygen, unless I start talking a lot.
I can more or less concentrate on things better, though it isn’t up to normal yet.
(Oddly, brainwork is actually work – my ability to focus starts fading after a while.)
But I can walk around the house, trailing my oxygen tubing for the amusement of the cats, and, unless I get too ambitious, I don’t end up gasping after a run to the kitchen.
I can actually put together a sandwich on my own!
When I got out of the hospital and came home, just walking to the bathroom and back took a good five minutes of recovery, so I am pretty happy about the improvement.
At this point I’m enough better that cabin fever is setting in.
I look around at all the stuff I need to be doing, or look outside, and I start getting twitchy.