Thursday, October 16 2014 I was admitted to the hospital with a cellulitis infection in my right leg. I had infected a cut, probably, during a household project the weekend prior. I started antibiotic treatment right away once I felt sick enough to go get admitted to the hospital but it did not have the appearance of taking immediately. On the following Sunday, 10/19, my right leg was a tomato and I was taken to surgery. The surgeon was going to pull back my leg skin a bit and take a look around for necrosis. I think the assumption was, cuz it looked like it, that my leg had a lot of dying tissue and that much of it would get taken off. I think that was the foregone conclusion.
And then that didn’t happen, because he pulled back the skin in some places and it looked clean. He taped those incisions closed and took me back to my room.
I’m just really glad that it wasn’t a foregone conclusion to this man, ya know… that he could be persuaded otherwise. It strikes me that in the world a lot of people just do what they think they are going to do an hour or a day before, and don’t get their mind changed.
That whole process, I willfully tried to get healthy, such that I had control over it. I like to think that was a big deal, and it wasn’t nothing for sure, but it might have been 75% just being real fortunate.