There is a type of comment I have gotten via comment and mail that suggests that the answer to this my situation is rather simple, along the lines of calling 911 and getting taken to the hospital.
In my situation, this does not seem to be a very realistic pathway.
First, there are few facilities that have any ability to accommodate someone of my size. It would be difficult or impossible to get to a new suitable location by calling 911.
The more likely scenario would be I would be given a quick exam at an ER and sent home. Perhaps I ould get assistance to gt into the house, perhaps they would just stop m off in the front yard to crawl inside. It can’t happen like that? Really? Maybe it would not happen to you or in your area, but here, I could be dying on a street corner in a few weeks if I just did the 911 route.
I am doing what I can to seek out wound care doctors, but as I am lying on my back most of the day with almost no chair time it is difficult to do any research.
I am in a constant state of nausea and delirium. I often wake up and don’t know where I am. I have many vivid dreams of me with my dogs or in classrooms or just doing life things, sort of a life flashing before my eyes thing.
It is difficult to pull my head together after such a brief dream-filled almost psychedelic Dreamtime to concentrate on serious things, or even lesser things like typing updates.
Further, I feel that some people are implying that there is something wrong with me for NOT taking the 911 option, or that by not taking the 911 option, I am exaggerating my situation
I am thinking I will be asking for people to adopt a few for all of my puppies and kitties. Being alone is not good for them, and while my friend Robbie has been great, I am not sure she can keep up their responsibility along with her family duties. I live in constant terror that something will happen to them while I am gone and it makes sense that I start making what could be long-term or even final arrangements for their care.
Anubis would have to go to a home with someone who could commit to keeping him indoors.
Just catching Apophis, Ma’at, and Khonsu would be a task without me home.
I will probably be writing a diary about my critter care soon.
If there were someone nearby, within 150 miles, who would be my medical advocate, or set me up near your home in a skilled bariatric nursing facility, that might also be a helpful stopgap.
However, I have always been operating on the edge. I have no reliable family, few friends, almost no financial resources. I feel like my life is imploding right now and even if I get through this spot, the end is coming.
or maybe not, but I need to be ready …