Четыре плитки шоколада в доме, четырех разных фабрик, ни одна не съедобна настолько, чтобы хотя бы попробовать. Все воняют дешевкой. Сверчки хотя бы натуральные.
>>hxE I developed CHRONIC osteomyelitis after going in to have an ovarian cyst removed (not cancerous just extremely large @ 10 cm) the gynecologist punctured my aorta 3 times during surgery and only stopped when i flatlined. I was cut open and artery was clenched while a code blue was issued waiting for a qualified surgeon to answer the call. I lost 70% of the blood in my body and was given 20 pints blood transfusion. The surgeon that answered the call described and compared my aorta , ivc and small intestine punctures to a wet shredded piece of tissue. I was in a coma for 5 days with 8% chance of survival fighting dvt blood clots back to back every day , in my left leg, for 4 days. The wound being constantly reopened as it would clot again. I had internal bleeding and had to have everything that was patched, repaired. 12 hours after waking up from coma, i was awakened to being told that i had compartment syndrome in the leg as a result of the dvt surgeries and they didn’t know if they could save my leg. I told him to kill me if he couldn’t. They saved the leg but the fasciotomy they did removed so much muscle and tissue and was cut to the bone severing all the nerves in my lower leg, paralyzing my leg permanently. I was 26, an accomplished Chef and had spent my entire life planning for a future that was no longer an option, due to the flick of someone’s wrist who Kept pushing her surgical instruments in even though they wouldn’t go in because she was too lazy to do the 4 inch incision I agreed to before surgery, in case she was unable to get in laparoscopically. I was determined to get better and really felt mobility would come back in my leg. 11 months later all my extreme and deep wounds were still healing, everything healed but a tiny 1 inch part of the wound which I continued to complain about 3 to 4 times a week to the wound care surgeon that was treating me and who runs the entire won’t care center at the hospital. Even though he did my skin graft surgery and knew exactly what I have previously been through due to negligence, He treated me like every other case and then take my complaints seriously enough to do an MRI. Five months later I woke up and couldn’t move was hospitalized an MRI was done and I was told that I have had osteomyelitis growing in my tibia for five months and it was chronic and one of the worst cases they’ve seen it it just completely taken over my tibia. It’s now been four years since the original trauma I’ve lost count of surgeries I think somewhere around 16 surgeries in four years... I have had debridement surgery for the chronic osteomyelitis twice now without success I go through that entire process of hell and when we go to recheck a year later it’s still there. I’ve been on antibiotics for over four years now and told I will be on it for the rest of my life. My leg is still paralyzed I am in severe chronic pain on a daily basis I have gained copious amount of weight from being bedridden for most of the last 4+ years and from the pain and nerve medication, and every day I want to die. Lost everything, my career I worked sooo sooo hard for and sacrificed my 20’s for, my relationship and friendships...everyone left soon after including family, my health, my freedom and independence. I have one functioning leg (although i tore that meniscus due to overcompensating my weight barring the past couple years) so I don’t want to be wheelchair-bound 24/7 but it’s also so difficult and painful to walk even 2 blocks with a hideous leg brace and because of the paralysis in my left leg my toes Have started to curl and I have constant issues like cellulitis popping up because my toes are rubbing on the floor while my big toe is locked pointing up due to the nerves being severed and dead and I can’t feel anything so I don’t know and keep walking on it and essentially walking on bleeding wounds which turn into cellulitis which take months and months to heal after triple iv antibiotics and weeks in hospital. I refuse to let them take my leg, I become hysterical when a doctor tells me to cut it off , I’ll drive off the freeway the first day I get out of the hospital. I’ve been through hell I know my strengths and know what I can I cannot handle in life and that is something I cannot handle living with. You don’t know until you’re in my shoes. Every doctor is afraid to give me advice or help me and just pawns me off to each other in fear of a lawsuit when all I really want is help and would not fault anyone for attempting to help me. I don’t know what to do anymore I don’t know where or who to turn to for help! how am I going to live the rest of my life with this disease which is opening the pathway for more diseases like diabetes due to my weight gain and severe chronic pain. I need a new word for the level of depression I have. No word in American language can accurately convey the depth of my depression.
The W*han laboratory was recipient of an NIH grant to study ‘gain in function’ experiments in W*han with УS collaborators. (Gain in function means that v*ruses are manipulated genetically to see whether they can be made more path*genic for h*mans, with the objective of understanding what might happen.)
