The user @Lawrence thought that the below post of mine in one of my threads was important enough to be made into it’s own proper topic and archived somewhere for the community’s uhhh historical benefit or knowledge I guess, so here it is now in a somewhat more updated and corrected fashion. 
So this all happened way back in March of 2023 and when it was all said and done altogether I spent about roughly 5 months in various hospitals and care facilities being moved around from one to the other as my health gradually improved. I was finally discharged from the old folks home (kek!) in August.
That said this is one of those tl;dr epics for when you’re on the shittER so I don’t expect a lot of if any replies but I’ll leave this up and opened or not for a couple of days before finally archiving it in the Must Read section for posterity purposes.
Update: I just now realized without my momma being there to call 911 I really would have became the Jeremy Meeks “Never get up” meme!
So this all happened way back in March of 2023 and when it was all said and done altogether I spent about roughly 5 months in various hospitals and care facilities being moved around from one to the other as my health gradually improved. I was finally discharged from the old folks home (kek!) in August.
That said this is one of those tl;dr epics for when you’re on the shittER so I don’t expect a lot of if any replies but I’ll leave this up and opened or not for a couple of days before finally archiving it in the Must Read section for posterity purposes.
Fat Link said:
Update: I just now realized without my momma being there to call 911 I really would have became the Jeremy Meeks “Never get up” meme!
Fat Link said:Sadly I estimate once they got me near my kitchen area I then reportedly passed out and stopped breathing on my own leading to emergency intubation and probably before that the crude beginnings of a tracheostomy hole cut into my neck to allow me to breath (throat swelling up I guess happened preventing my breathing after I passed out) but then later after I arrived at a second hospital after I was stabilized at the first a kindly surgeon had a brief conversation with me that I do not remember where I authorized him to complete my proper tracheostomy which initially had me on a ventilator until I was strong enough to be off of it and now have what is known as a cuff less trach ie which is a fancy way of saying one that doesn’t have a balloon inside of it to work with a ventilator.
(Edit: Actually now that I think about things more, what probably actually happened was that I just stopped breathing and at that point there was probably no throat swelling at all. Most likely the emergency intubation is what caused the throat swelling and my subsequent vocal cord paralysis that has now been ever so mildly downgraded to paresis leading to my tracheostomy surgery).
Anyway before all of this at the first hospital I was placed in a 14 day medically induced coma and they told my aunt and mother they had to take the intubation tube out after the 14 days to see if I could finally breathe on my own not to mention you can’t have an intubation tube be left in you indefinitely so 14 days is usually the cut off point.
Tragically I still could not breathe on my own after 14 days and apparently my throat started swelling up so badly after they initially removed the intubation tube that the doctor could barely get it back in, in time to once again save my sorry ass.
I’m guessing it was either that last intubation episode or perhaps the initial (assuming it was the EMT’s that first intubated me?) that led to my developing bilateral vocal fold paralysis that fortunately downgraded slightly to paresis sometime later but in anycase these are fancy terms for saying your vocal cords are now fucked.
So now I can barely talk decently and have a breathy quality to my voice and this condition may be permaneant for life. Wonderful.
Plus the disgusting whales blowhole in my neck and large disposable filter mechanism that now sits in front of it can only raise my SMV with the ladies even higher than it was previously right? Jfl.
Oh well even though the hole makes washing my face and hair far more difficult than it has to be now at least there was one positive benefit which is the trach has cured my severe sleep apnea for as long as I have it, so I don’t need to use a cpap to obtain perfect rest now nor will I possibly die in my sleep or have a debilitating stroke due to a lack of oxygen while out cold. Some more suicidal brothers of ours would see this as a negative but yeah since I fear death and further disability this feature is at least the one bright spot I have found from having the procedure.
Oh and it was necessary for me to survive anyway since fucked vocal cords don’t simply impact talking but one’s breathing as well and mine were paralyzed where they were not opening widely enough when I breathed to provide me adequate oxygen intake thus the trach blow hole bypasses that.
Other things to mention? A fat cunt nurse named Heather and a somewhat attractive dark haired nurse literally openly plotted to kill me while I was all fucked up and couldn’t walk or defend myself but it turns out it was a case of mistaken identity as apparently they got me mixed up with a different person they wanted dead and left me alone once they figured this out.
Update edit: Fat bitch Heather even fucked with my NG feeding tube that went through my nose she hated and wanted me dead so much. She did this in an attempt to literally scare me to death since I was fucked up on morphine and fentanyl and God knows what else at the time and her thought was if she piled the NG tube on my nose in a certain way and she and her evil staff friends forced me to look in a handheld mirror while high then I might literally have a heart attack and die because the idea would be that I’d be so freaked out from the drugs making me think my nose had mutated I wouldn’t be able to resist such a freak out moment and succumb to the psychological pain and the horror of it all. Well fortunately I overheard them plotting this and refused to look in the mirror as they were trying to force this diabolical plot on me. Christ I would have been in better hands being cared for by Ramsay Bolton than these fucking cunts.
(Edit: I can’t say all nurses are cunts however as I was treated very kindly by a very pregnant and attractive pajeeta named Harsha and an attractive, upbeat, fun and funny negress named Diane).
P.S: I could not walk because I’d been out of commission ie down for so long my legs had atrophied I guess but after enough rehab I regained the ability quite obviously.
So after a few hospital stays and surgery I was planted in a literal old folks nursing home for a couple of months until I healed enough to go home.
During my stay there I received more rehab and got athletically mogged by a 100 or 101 year old woman that out walked me to a local restaurant we were being rewarded by the staff with a visit to since my rehab was going so well and these particular old folks were close to being discharged themselves.
Update: Its known as Kortman’s restaurant in Roger’s City Michigan if anyone here ever passes through the area and is looking for a decent mom n’ pop style diner to eat at. I did like their bacon cheeseburger and fries.
P.P.S: Due to months of starvation and being on extreme amounts of diuretics I have practically transformed into skinny Link which will no doubt make my best friend for life and Dino nuggy conniseur @Todd Thundercock vERy proud of me since he too went on his own slimming journey in order to try and obtain Stacy and or greatER health.
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