Jethro
Member
Hey guys,
Where do I begin?, well, I guess the beginning would be the best place. So, I tried to reboot back in 2018, I guess I wasn't ready or something, but I failed miserably. Then I got seriously ill, was in hospital for 2 months, diagnosed with COPD, and was on oxygen 24/7. I'm also a type 2 diabetic (insulin dependent ), so anyway, I was bedridden because I had fallen and broken my hip. While in hospital, I caught hospital acquired pneumonia and my condition deteriorated. Despite the best efforts of a caring and diligent nursing staff, I continued to go downhill until one morning my consultant came into my room and told me that my X rays had shown that my lungs were infected with pulmonary fibrosis. They were so bad that all they could do for me was keep me comfortable until the inevitable happened. I asked to go home as I wanted to die with my own things around me. They fast tracked me home and I was wheeled from the ambulance into my lounge and into a hospital bed and connected me up to an oxygen tank, again 24/7. I had 4 carers coming in each day, and marie curie nurses coming in at night 3 times a week to allow my wife to get some sleep. I had been in bed so long, 2 months in hospital, 2 months at home, that I had to learn to walk again due to severe muscular atrophy in my legs. My overall weight had fallen to under 7 stone. Today I'm still on end of life care, I don't know how long God will decide to give me, but I'm enjoying watching my grandkids grow up, and I want to meet my maker sober and living right, thanks for listening guys, I'm back.ko!
Where do I begin?, well, I guess the beginning would be the best place. So, I tried to reboot back in 2018, I guess I wasn't ready or something, but I failed miserably. Then I got seriously ill, was in hospital for 2 months, diagnosed with COPD, and was on oxygen 24/7. I'm also a type 2 diabetic (insulin dependent ), so anyway, I was bedridden because I had fallen and broken my hip. While in hospital, I caught hospital acquired pneumonia and my condition deteriorated. Despite the best efforts of a caring and diligent nursing staff, I continued to go downhill until one morning my consultant came into my room and told me that my X rays had shown that my lungs were infected with pulmonary fibrosis. They were so bad that all they could do for me was keep me comfortable until the inevitable happened. I asked to go home as I wanted to die with my own things around me. They fast tracked me home and I was wheeled from the ambulance into my lounge and into a hospital bed and connected me up to an oxygen tank, again 24/7. I had 4 carers coming in each day, and marie curie nurses coming in at night 3 times a week to allow my wife to get some sleep. I had been in bed so long, 2 months in hospital, 2 months at home, that I had to learn to walk again due to severe muscular atrophy in my legs. My overall weight had fallen to under 7 stone. Today I'm still on end of life care, I don't know how long God will decide to give me, but I'm enjoying watching my grandkids grow up, and I want to meet my maker sober and living right, thanks for listening guys, I'm back.ko!