Well, it's March 23, 2025, it's been a while. So much has happened over the years since last blogging, but I won't get into that.
As the title says, indeed the reaper and I danced last week. He'd been courting me for a few weeks, but I ignored him. A week ago Friday, he grabbed my hand and insisted we danced. Honestly, I was prepared for the ER doctor to say I was having a heart attack. Makes sense, right? Dad and a brother both died of one. I was ready to face it.
Pulmonary embolism and later found a clot in my leg. I was shocked. The Interventional Radiologist felt the best course of action was being transferred to the main hospital, and undergo surgery the next morning. Nurse in IR the next morning said he's not seen this surgery done on the weekend, usually they can wait until Monday. "You were smart to go in." "You were very lucky." Translation, you were in a dire condition and could have died.
Died. Dead. Expired. Gone from this earthly shell and plane. Forever.
This has been a mind fuck.
To think, I almost left my kids, my family, my friends, and my newly found love. Forever.
I won't go into the details of the thrombectomy, hospitalization, and care.
It will take some time to recover physically and mentally. Until the clots are all gone, I don't know if I'll feel "comfortable." Safe. Sound. How long will my mind continue to race to the what if...
