So long story short–On Sunday, March 26th, was admitted to the hospital with severe abdominal pain. I spent the next week in ICU, came home for a week, went back to the hospital for another bunch of days, came home for a day, then went back in for a quick procedure. To this day, they still don’t know what caused the initial problem. Basically, I’m the worst episode of House ever, an no, it’s not lupus, because “it’s never lupus.”
In my forty-five years, I’ve never been sick and never been in the hospital, so this is all new and terrifying to me. I went from a healthy guy, to a no-energy lump of mud in a month. I spent a total of twenty-one days in the hospital, and while I am home, I have no stamina and am still in some pain, although nothing like I was in before. After an amazing come-to-Jesus talk with my wife, I realized I have to start acting like I’m recovering, not like I’m still sick. So that’s what I’m doing.
Why am I telling you this? Because, I’m still the Cincinnati Public Library Writer-in-Residence. And the Foundation has been nothing but patient with me during this time. It was decided last week that we will extend my position through the end of the year (it was supposed to end in October or so) so I can fulfill all of the goals I’ve set for the year. I know I’ve missed one (almost two) workshops, and my hope–fingers crossed–is to re-start those in June. I would like to pick up where I left off, with the writing strategies one, since I was mostly finished with it when I got sick. From there we’ll move onto the other workshops like this debilitating illness never happened. Again, fingers crossed.
Thoughts and prayers and good vibes sent into the universe are welcome, of course. And thanks to all of you for your patience during this difficult time.