I tempted fate with my last post. And fate punched back. Hard. And there was blood.
Sunday the Broncos lost; Monday I coughed up blood. What a surprise. Can I blame the Broncos for this?
I thought it was odd that I hadn’t sprung a leak in a long time. And bang, there it was. It started slowly and by Tuesday I was standing over the sink watching blood circle the drain. That night I checked into the Hospital California.
And, as a bonus, c diff infected my gut two days into my stay. Wow. Well done, Universe, well done. The 1, 2 punch I hate the most. Coughing up blood and endless amounts of sitting on a hospital toilet. It doesn’t get better than that.
I’m a human sprinkler head.
The bleeding subsided today and I will be going home soon with a DIY Home-IV kit. Nice.
I think one of the meds is causing my brain to recycle vivid memories. I close my eyes and select them like computer files. They’re so clear; I can almost smell them. I know, it’s crazy. Maybe. But the ones I like watching are of my wife when she was pregnant. Our chocolate lab across her lap next to the baby bump. Her belly sticking out beyond her pea coat as she filled her lunch bag with peanut butter pretzels. Driving to the hospital and yelling at the dogs to stop barking before dropping them off at my mother-in-law’s house. The long day of giving birth. And my daughter appearing on the scene, a black head of hair, stunning, perfect.
I have no complaints about life. It has given me more than most.