TED, Chicago, Dilated discussed on Stories I Tell on Dates

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Cowards of us all also sleep yet pain and dilated that is after I slid into unconsciousness at three thirty in the morning. Ted called my parents at home, they'd gone that evening with friends to watch our game against the Pacers at a sports bar in Topeka when I'd gone down. They've wondered by the way I'd fallen if something serious had happened and win Ted roused my mother from bed. She said she wasn't surprised to be hearing from him. She was though surprised by the tone of Ted's voice. And when she got off the phone. She bought a ticket for a flight to Chicago the next morning because when your children are homesick at SCI camp, you leave them there. But when you're children have just had two of their internal organs bladder you fly to them immediately. I spent the next nine days in the hospital five of those in the step down unit, which is where they put you. If you're not quite wrecked enough for intensive care. My mother was by my side for most of it. In a good thing too. I was so adult by painkillers. I couldn't come up with an answer win during half hearted efforts across word. She said. Word for man's best friend starts with gene over the course of my stay. There were many frantic consultations, and as it became clear that I was in less and less danger, many less frantic ones when one of our doctors found out that my mother was a nurse and that I was starting to comprehend words longer than one suitable. He took us on a guided tour of the scan that told my story the huge pocket of blood forced my spleen in left kidney into positions like he'd never seen before. I wasn't going to be playing basketball anytime soon. Or running or lifting weights or staying up right for any amount of time longer than fifteen minutes. I was going to get to keep my spleen and kidney and leave the hospital. The first sensations to hit me were smells after a week and a half away from the world my nose had gotten used to realty. And now an olfactory onslaught it was springtime in Chicago. So trees were budding and blooming shooting pollen into the air the ground was still wet from winter. So there was Pete in the cocktail to go put it all in turning to smile up at my mom who was pushing the wheelchair. I was in. She said it, smells, so good. The rest of my senses weren't far behind. I love the sights and the sounds to the sun glinting off the hood of a car shuffle of feed people walked past me. It was if you'll pardon the descent into cliche like being born again. My mother spent the next two weeks in the room above me at the residents in the doctor had been right? I couldn't stay upright for more than fifteen minutes, nor could I make it up. A flight of stairs. Thanks to all the blood. I'd lost. My hemoglobin was hovering around not enough. And I felt most of the time like someone suffering from extreme altitude sickness. I didn't really care though. I hadn't been wrong about the fear. I noticed in Ted's is on the plane. He'd spent several years as a trainer for the San Francisco forty Niners and had seen a couple of ruptured spleens in his football days. He knew they could go quickly from bad to really bad. And that putting me on the plane hadn't in retrospect bene-, very good idea. In other words, he'd been afraid I might die. He wasn't the only one. I wouldn't have been able to articulate it at the time. But as we've been flying across the midwest, I've known on some level that something was terribly wrong. With me that I might be dying. Thanks to the pain at didn't care if I did. None of this though was something I could express with any coherence what I did know was that. I couldn't figure out why in the hell the team doctor kept telling me I'd be able to play again after three months, look pal. I wanted to say for now, let's just enjoy walking and smelling. The bull season ended with almost no fanfare in pretty soon. I was back in Kansas City. The bulls had an option on my contract. But again, let's just enjoy walking. And smelly..

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