I would be lying if I said I was well, but I am on the mend. Today is my first day back at my desk and it is really just to clear out emails and pay bills that have stacked up and review notes. I can’t thank you all enough for your kind words and prayers.
I’ll start back to radio tomorrow, which might be pushing it a bit, but there is just too much going on to sit on the sidelines too long. I can’t do much more than that though. I’m still finding naps to be useful.
The doctors in the CVICU injected me with the medicine they use for stroke victims, a recombinant tissue plasminogen activator. It is a miracle drug that, if injected soon enough begins to restore blood flow pretty quickly. After several hours they started me on heparin. My arms are covered in bruises like I was playing Daredevil in Hell’s Kitchen. From here on out I’ll be on a blood thinner medication for six months minimum and then whenever I fly. I can’t drive for the next few weeks and can’t fly for the next two months.
The medicines in the hospital restored about 40% of my lungs and I have a long way to go. I’m able to get up stairs now without huffing and puffing. Washing my hair is no longer a strenuous exercise. I am not gasping for breath merely typing.
This has been more of an ordeal than I ever expected to face. But I thank you for all the kind notes you’ve sent along. The alt-right was kind enough to name me the race traitor of the week, so my twitter mentions kept on going even as I have been gone.
Tomorrow I go back to work.
Lastly, I can’t thank Steve Berman enough and Philip Swicegood for really manning the ship while I’ve been away and the other writers here. I do appreciate it that I knew I could turn away to getting healthy without worrying about the lights being on here.
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