My health deteriorated a lot in January. The wound was not healing, I had almost no energy, no appetite, and did little else but sit - and sleep - in a reclining chair. During a follow-up visit to the surgeon, while I was in his office, my mother made a scene in the waiting room, complaining to the doctor that there was obviously something wrong that they were ignoring. The doctor sent me to the hospital where I was admitted with an extremely low blood pressure reading.
I was in the hospital for around a week and they modified my blood-pressure medicine again, thinking it was not yet correctly balanced since the first change. Additionally they did lab work but only found a stomach bug, which they treated with an anti-biotic IV drip. Between that and the professional wound care, my wound began to show the first, small signs of healing, but it was going to turn out to be a very long process.
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