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Our grandmothers must think alike!
Had a huge computer crash and it took about me about a couple of months to get that restored. I wish I could that say was the worst of it, but I can't. Right after that, I caught a case of costochondritis, which is an inflammation of the cartilage in the rib cage. It was very painful and initially I thought I was having a heart attack. Took about a couple of weeks to recover from that. Was given a couple weeks of anti-biotics and was told I'd be fine.
Again, it got worse. While I recovered from the costochondritis, it did have a cause and effect. A couple of weeks later, I wasn't feeling well. Saw the doctor he told me I had Influenza II. Initially I thought I was going through the stages of having it. Heavy sweating, burning up feeling, lack of appetite, frequent trips to the bathroom, etc. Was taking all sorts of over the counter meds, but nothing was working. I lost 30 pounds in about a three week span. Some days I could make it to work and other days I couldn't.
I was also coughing up the yucky yellow stuff. Initially I thought it was from being decongested. At the same time, I was having trouble breathing. I could only go so far before being winded. Saw the same doctor, had me do some respiratory tests, which I struggled through and then scheduled me for a Cat scan. In three weeks time. I wasn't getting any better.
It all came to a head in late April. I felt well enough to go to work, so I drove to work. I was fine driving. When I got out of the car, I collapsed. Luckily, I work at a Veteran's hospital. I was able to call a co-worker and we happen to have a disabled worker who had a wheelchair available. Two co-workers got me to the ER. My blood pressure at the time was 60/40. After some lab tests and a cat scan, it was determined I had pneumonia (not Influenza II) and empyema, which is build up of fluid in the chest cavity. The empyema caused my right lung to collapse, resulting in my difficulty in breathing.
I got the fluid drained from my chest cavity (supposedly 40 pounds worth) after being hooked up to it for a few days. I was in the hospital for a week on that and an oxygen tank so I could breathe. I went from 235 pounds to 160 pounds in a month's time. I was released from the hospital, but was mostly in bed for about three months. I had to use the oxygen machine to get my lung back to normal. I nearly lost my right lung from this experience.
For the next three months, I was mostly in bed. Had to stay on the oxygen machine at least half of the time and when I slept. When I was off of it, I was struggling to breathe. Got out of breath just going 15 feet to the bathroom. People who saw and visited me told me that I looked like a zombie, an Auschwitz escapee and made a couple of ladies break down in tears seeing me. Didn't recognize myself in the mirror.
Slowly but surely my lung recovered. Was able to go up and down stairs OK. Worked my way to walking to my car, my mail box, walking down the street, until I was able to walk without any issues, gained some (but not all) of my weight back. Went back to work in September and let's just say there was a lot of it waiting for me.
I also found out I was diabetic during that time, so another battle I had to fight. This was a slow recovery process for me. Today, health-wise, I'm back to normal.
Some of you did e-mail me to check to see how I was doing and I thank you very much for your concerns. I regret that I did not reply back and I sincerely apologize to everyone for not doing so. I've been very pre-occupied at work and have since started seeing someone which kept me away. I'm very glad to be back and will try to visit on here a lot more often.
R,
Kerim (Ted)
Man am I glad to hear from you again! Welcome back, sir!
I hope we can help you to feel better.
Welcome home. :)
You have been missed.
I am happy to hear that you recovered and are now feeling well!
--Dragonpol.
Welcome Back We have all missed you .
Great to see you back among us. This has started my day with a smile.
It sounds like you went through a real nightmare, one that took months and months. I am so thankful you are well now, thankful for that more than anything. I am grateful you came back to our forum. You have been missed for so many reasons - your kindness and wit being foremost. I feel like I have gotten a friend back from impossible odds. I had almost given up hope. There has been great sadness here too often, and most heavily with SirHenry/Greg's passing. The joy we feel upon your return is very sincere, Kerim.
Thank you for letting us know what you have endured. I hope that now, in 2014, you have many joys and blessings and a far easier time in life. It sounds like you met someone, too, which is special. Please do not work too hard, and do stay in touch. >:D< Along with Sandy, I send you some big hugs!
Glad to have you back!
Regarding Sir Henry/Greg: I am mailing a short letter to his family this week. I have not heard any news from them, but I am sure they find comfort in all of our comments and thoughts regarding Greg. I hope they read that thread when they feel up to it.
Greg's family's address is on one of the latest pages on that thread, if anyone would still like to also mail a card or note to them.
I've been meaning to send a sympathy card, though maybe it is a tad late? I just want to send something more personal and tangible from the heart.
Thanks. I knew Greg only too briefly but I still want the family to know I (and others) really do care and think of them often.
The address is on the most recent page, page 5.
I'm pleased to say I'm over the worst of the shingles now and I no longer need any pain meds. My face is so itchy though that I actually want to tear my skin off.
In case any of you are interested to see what it looks like (and why would you be?!), I'll put a photo of me in a spoiler.
I'm thinking of changing my name to either Harvey Dent or better yet, Janus ;-)
That looks pretty bad, WG. I had it on half of my upper body, but not in the face. And I only had it once ever (so far), so hope it will not return once you get well.