So, it's taken a while to put this on here.
I was taken into hospital on 15th September 2021 and ended up staying in there for 3½ weeks after life-saving surgery!
I was in no fit state to post anything at the time, but just feel like venting now.
I could go into great detail about the events leading up to being admitted into hospital but I will jump to the part where the team diagnosed the issue and took me into emergency surgery.
I was ultimately diagnosed with Fourniere's Gangrene - check it out if you want to be put off your dinner.
A day after the first surgery I was told that it was lucky they admitted me for surgery when they did - any later and it would have been game over and I would have been saying my goodbye's with only days left to live. Quite a serious infection it seems.
Thankfully they were able to save my life and my testicles, but not without extensive surgery leaving me in need of plastic surgey on my man parts.
The recovery journey is long and slow and I am making progress in the right direction, but knowing that I came close to death gives you a new perspective on (and a new respect for) life. I find myself being less consumed with the stupid little things that quickly turned into big things that led to rage (and often arguments with loved ones). I now seem to have a new found capacity to put that crap into perspective and just let it wash over me no matter how right I think I am or how much I might think I have been wronged.
Maybe the world would be a better place if everyone could find the same respect and appreciation for life?
Apart from having to be on yet another course of antibiotics for yet another UTI, the light at the end of the tunnel is very close and bright.
The final stage of my recovery will be the removal of an indwelling catheter, that plus kicking this latest UTI should finally close the book on what has been a pretty fucking mental 7 months.