Considering his stories, it would have had to have been something big to get him to stop
I got MRSA. No antibiotics worked, so they went extreme. After two weeks on an IV antibiotic that was delivered to my door every other day, I got really sick. The day after Thanksgiving 2003, I got hauled back into the hospital and to determine the exact cause, they took at least 20 biopsies off my skin and put me on such a high dose of prednisone, I cried for no reason. And I got hooked on Average Joe, a reality show.
Doctors came from all over the area to see the guy whose white blood cell count was so high, when they looked at the chart, they assumed I was dead. Then they’d open the door and I was sitting in my bed laughing. Prednisone is a bitch.
I had a vacuum device attached to my leg that was portable and I’d slide into my wheelchair and leave the room, and I noticed the wheels turned white. It was skin. The skin was flaking off of me and it was everywhere. It got so bad, I got to experience a “sand bed”, a giant bed mattress made out of sand. The drawback was it was in the burn unit, so I got to hang out with burn victims for two days.
I made an off color joke about knowing where to pick up girls in the future, and the nurse broke out laughing.
I got out of the hospital two days before Christmas. That was my longest stay out of them all. 30 surgeries, according to my records. The hospital says 31, because I had my pelvis bone harvested for ankle filler and they counted that as 2. Insurance company said 29, because one surgery wasn’t billed (doc had to fix an error). Two Ilizarov frames, a total of 14 months. 16 casts.
I’m finally eligible for an artificial ankle, but I’m not healthy enough to recover. In time.