Hi Friends in low places! Sorry Garth… it happens all the time! Plagiarize does happen! Get used to it..
So, I’m leaving December the 4th for a solo trip to Land O lakes Florida.. where a beautiful Air bnb camper located on Piece Arrow Lake awaits me!
Stepping aside all the bull shit and runny cow manure generated from the mid term “elections” I look forward to moving to greener pastures of the south…even for just a couple of weeks!
I’ll be using this blog to report daily and nightly… on my solo journey!! Exciting ( or maybe not so exciting) daily adventures. Hell, it would be a lot more entertaining and enjoyable than the shit that is force fed us by the media…
So… stayed tuned to radio station 4:20 for the daily updates!!
I thought about my last post..”I’m back” and realized my faithful readers will need some more background before the medical debacle began in March 2020.
Ok.. in 2008, I had a “cardiac episode”… that’s all the doc’s could come up with after 3 days in the hospital… they prescribed propranolol and said drink plenty of water and get rest! That lasted until 2013 where I had a real dandy “cardiac episode”.. 5 days in the hospital… they upped the med level to metroprolol … and of course, drink plenty of water and get rest. Also found mitral valve prolapse which was not a life threatening situation.
Couldn’t sleep on my back for … let’s see… about 5 years… sought med care every 6 months and soldiered on… until 2019. About September, there was water weight gain, inability to sleep more than 3 or 4 hours a night, shortness of breath, fatigue.. textbook signs of a worsening heart condition. This conditioned worsened until the echocardiogram in early December 2019.
I was visiting my dear friends Mitch and Cat, when I got the call to report to the thoracic surgeon at Memorial Hospital in December 2019.
Dr. Michael Steinberg.. head of thoracic medicine at Memorial Hospital ( Beacon Health System) in South Bend, Indiana met with me and my Daughter Lisa .. to go over the echo and check off the boxes which lead to open heart surgery. Dr. Steinberg had a very caviler attitude about the entire situation… said ” we do three to four of these a day” and with a mortality rate of less than 5%!!
Sounds just ducky… right? Yeah… 5 % while you’re on the operating table!! I’ll cover the events between just ducky and the two weeks before surgery in the next post.
Hello bloggers and those who enjoyed the witty and sometimes caustic posts of Johnson Long.
On the 5th, or was it the 12th, of November 2020.. I underwent my SECOND open heart surgery. The first open heart surgery was in March of 2020… and..in keeping with the tradition of mediocre to poor standards of medical procedure …. Memorial Hospital of South Bend fucked it up.
Morons infected me with endocarditis and fucking near killed me. ….
You see, Endocarditis is caused by bacteria in the bloodstream multiplying and spreading across the inner lining of your heart. Golly, I wonder how that bacteria got into my bloodstream??? Could it have happened during open heart surgery? Well, the Memorial Hospital thoracic surgical team, just shrugged their shoulders and pasted a shit eating grin on their faces….saying… hey… sorry for your luck… but it wasn’t us!!!
I should have known something was up when both my cardiologist , Dr Mittal.. aaaaaand the chief of the thoracic surgery department there… one Dr. Michael Steinberg…. both came into my hospital room … together… stood at the foot of my hospital bed, and gave me the news.
“It wasn’t our fault, buy you have complications that a systemic blood infection caused. There is no cure for the infection that we can do here ( Memorial hospital in South Bend). We can only refer you to either Northwestern Hospital or Cleveland Clinic.”
Most of my friends have heard this unfortunate history… but I wanted to put it out there as best as I can… while I still can. You see, I’m coming up on two years now… since the second open heart surgery at Cleveland Clinic.
Oh, there’s tons more history… all bad…. but I’m still here. I thank God for every minute I’m alive, and treat every day as a blessing.
I’ll be back.
Well, Friends, this post is going to be a little different …because you readers are going to be part of it.
One of my dearest friends was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and was told there wasn’t much hope…actually about 2% even with chemo and radiation. Not much to look forward to.
She and I have been the best and closest of friends… we celebrated a whole bunch of life together, and we buried friends and family together. Now, we have to face the coldest, hardest, fact of life…. death.. together as well.
It’s always difficult to offer the appropriate condolences to family, friends, loved ones, acquaintances……but what do you say to your dearest friend when she still has time left….we just don’t know how much? It beats the hell out of me. I’ll think it thru on the way to her house this Wednesday…and probably won’t come up with a plan. So, I’ll turn to my two old friends, drugs and alcohol…say a prayer to St. Joseph (the patron saint of a happy death) and give it my best shot.
That being said, this totally sucks…and I’m very, very sad. We stand and cry at funerals and memorial services…not so much for the one who has passed, but for ourselves. Ourselves as well as our loved ones when we face that final chapter in our lives. So, I’ll close with this, from John Donne: If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”