We’re going to add this to things that I rocked out to while I was in high school and leave it at that, friends.
Music Monday: May 6th, 2024
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May 2024 archive
Have I posted this picture yet? If not, I’m going to.
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This picture warms my heart in a good way and is one of my favorite pictures of my youngest son.
Post-sepsis syndrome is a rollercoaster, folks.
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It is definitely not a rollercoaster I want to be on, but here we are.
This happens sometimes, and if you get what I mean, I want it to… stop happening.
With the supplementary medication that I was prescribed after my discharge from the hospital, there have been times where I’ve felt pretty good. There have also been times where I’ve crashed, and where I spend time (since it’s the weekend and all) napping in my bed hoping that this ameliorates. But I know that if I feel worse, or that if I keep feeling worse, to head back up to the hospital… you know, the one that tried to bill me as CPR was being administered on me and I was being paddled and shocked back to life and back to sinus rhythm. Luckily for me I have a great support system that is willing to help me out as I recuperate and get back to health, and I’m thankful for that. I just want these symptoms to stop so that I can get back to my life, get back to doing the things that I love, and spend more time with my kids. Right now, I’ve been spending a bit less time with them because I don’t want them to see me sick and weak, which my support team agrees is completely acceptable. Everyone’s emphasis is on me getting better and me getting back to, well, me…
I managed to pick up the… parcel that I was supposed to pick up while I had pain medication in my system.
This shouldn’t have happened, but here we are.
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The post office was supposed to deliver my son’s necklace, the one that has his dead father’s ashes in it, lied, and said that there was no authorized recipient home. This was bullshit, and I’m about to get into why.
I made a nice, wonderful call to… I’m guessing the federal agency that’s supposed to deal with this, and I explain that this is not the first time my mailman has not delivered packages with guaranteed delivery dates on time, but that it was profoundly annoying because this parcel has my son’s necklace in it (you know, the one with his father’s ashes), and a baggie with some more ashes in it because I expressed interest in getting a ring made for myself and getting a tattoo with his ashes infused in it. The representative that I spoke to was nice enough to file a complaint against the mailman because this should never have happened, and I get to go down to the post office downtown (the “main post office”) and pick up the parcel that was supposed to be delivered to my house today. Nothing was left on my front door about a missed package, and nothing was left in my mailbox about a missed package. Nothing. The mailman scanned the parcel and claimed that there was no one available to sign for it, which was a lie because two adults in my home were home at the time the rest of the mail was deposited in our mailbox. And given that this has happened more than once, I honestly hope that he loses his job for it. I don’t want to keep dealing with “missed packages”.
This is a backdated post because I forgot to write…
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Post-sepsis syndrome is a very real thing, and it’s one that I am suffering from.
For me, the main problems are an inability to modulate my temperature, more migraines, and feeling tired, but I am very grateful that I was able to be brought back. At some point I’d like to write about the whole… process of that in as tender a manner I can manage because I feel like it should be written about. I’ve been wanting to resume streaming, and to stream more, but I’ve been exhausted. Apparently this is common when you have sepsis, and when you’re brought back to life for any reason, so I’ll just have to deal with it.