It turned out that he was worse off than the MRI foretold.  MRIs are not perfect, and Lee ended up needing additional disc work and screws. He is in excruciating pain. What turned out to be a 3-day stay will turn out to be a 6-day stay. He can’t walk at all, and he has tubes and buttons and lousy food.  You know the drill.

His poor caretaker from workers comp has cancer, and we pray for Jen and her family.

 

It’s very stressful at the moment because I didn’t know how bad I was until I started walking through this vast hospital! I thought, holy shit, I need help! You know, I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up? Yeah, well, that’s me at the moment. My car is very low to the ground, and I was stuck trying to get out of it. I’m thinking, how am I going to get him out of the car when I can’t get out myself?

 

I’m really sorry. I couldn’t get to you as I was passed out in bed. Give me another day to get it together.

 

Thank you, JD