Requiescat in Pace (see update post below from Big Country!)
Odds are looking pretty hefty that Ye Aulde Colde Furye Blogge will be closing the doors for good sometime over the next week (note on that – see note at bottom of post), as I make ready to go into the hospital for more ceremonial lopping off of body parts. There have been some pretty gruesome medical developments along those lines in recent weeks, with things coming to what you might call a head over the last three days—wherein I fell out of my wheelchair, hit the floor, and could’t haul myself back up again, thereby necessitating a 911 call to have EMS send a cpl-three stout fellows with the wherewithal to pick my sorry ass up and put me back in the chair.
This whole sad rotation not once but twice, just the night before last. Believe me when I tell you that the humiliation was AWFUL.
So anyways, yeah—I figger the remaining four toes on the right foot are beyond salvage, which I don’t so much mind; good riddance, and right straight to hell with ye. I’d like to be able to save at least some part of the foot itself, but my expectations aren’t high on thst score either.
Since my left leg was whacked and tossed into the hospital incinerator four-five years ago (along with my all time favorite tattoo, my Naughty Nun on L Outside Claf, Bottom inked by my close friend of many years standing, Erroll Engelbrecht of Raleigh’s Blue FlameTatttoo), I’ve known the day when Mr Right Leg would kpon Mr Left Leg was more a matter of if than when.
And now, well, here we all are, drat the dratted luck.
Thanks to one of my oldest and closest friends, who generously gave me a MacBook Pro a few months back, I won’t necessarily be out of the blog-loop entirely. Probably best not to get any hopes up too high out there though, given the copious quantities of morphine, fentanyl, and (my personal fave) Ocycodone they had me jacked up on last time I had to go through this shit. Update as and when, folks. For the nonce, that is all, as you were.
Update! Apart from being, well, macabre, I think one of my personal favorite Chopin pieces fits in pretty well at this dismal juncture.
ALSO: big hearted ol’ rapscallions that they are, Barry, SteveF, and kennycan have come up with a perfidious scheme to keep Ye Aulde Colde Furye Blogge up and running, at least temporarily.
Update! BCE’s post is here.
The latest from Monday, May 6 – Mike has been moved to the rehab center within the same complex. Mike is going to have a long road ahead dealing with the loss of the second leg… We’ll start a fund to help defray some of his expenses asap.