I was a massive fat fuck that had ended up with lymphedema due to being complete genetic shit largely thanks to my father and the excess fluid combined with my pre-existing fat weight had me nearing but not quite at 600lbs.
This led to hypoventillation I believe its called where my body could no longer on its own properly dispose of carbon dioxide, which of course led to me feeling weak and sleepy all the time.
Eventually I fell asleep at my bathroom counter and collapsed onto the floor on my left side badly bruising my left foot and mildly fucking up my left leg where as a result of the fall my knee or leg itself seems to lose power for a split second or two as I walk sometimes which makes my body tilt slightly to the left when this happens and produces a very mild limp effect in me. I’m glad it’s not far worse but it is annoying.
Anyway I digress.
When I fell down due to my leg heaviness and swelling I could not get up and literally would have died on my bathroom floor had my mother not been with me at the time to call 911 and have the local fire chief that is a bit of a family friend as well his team of EMT’s all come over and somehow drag my fat ass out of the house to the hospital, albeit first the chief himself somehow got me out of my bathroom on a slider board then the rest of the guts arrived and eventually loaded me up onto an ambulance gurney.
Sadly I estimate once they got me near my kitchen area I then reportedly passed out and stopping breathing on my own leading to emergency intubation and probably before that the crude beginnings of a tracheostomy hole cut into my neck to allow me to breath (throat swelling up I guess happened preventing my breathing after I passed out) but then later after I arrived at a second hospital after I was stabilized at the first a kindly surgeon had a brief conversation with me that I do not remember where I authorized him to complete my proper tracheostomy which initially had me on a ventilator until I was strong enough to be off of it and now have what is known as a cuff less trach ie which is a fancy way of saying one that doesn’t have a balloon inside of it to work with a ventilator.
Anyway before all of this at the first hospital I was placed in a 14 day medically induced coma and they told my aunt and mother they had to take the intubation tube out after the 14 days to see if I could finally breathe on my own not to mention you can’t have an intubation tube be left in you indefinitely so 14 days is usually the cut off point.
Tragically I still could not breathe on my own after 14 days and apparently my throat started swelling up so bad after they initially removed the intubation tube that the doctor could barely get it back in, in time to once again save my sorry ass.
I’m guessing it was either that last intubation episode or perhaps the initial (assuming it was the EMT’s that first intubated me?) that led to my developing bilateral vocal fold paralysis that fortunately downgraded slightly to paresis sometime later but in anycase these are fancy terms for saying your vocal cords are now fucked.
So now I can barely talk decently and have a breathy quality to my voice and this condition may be permaneant for life. Wonderful.
Plus the disgusting whales blowhole in my neck and large disposable filter mechanism that now sits in front of it can only raise my SMV with the ladies even higher than it was previously right? Jfl.
Oh well even though the hole makes washing my face and hair far more difficult than it has to be now at least there was one positive benefit which is the trach has cured my severe sleep apnea for as long as I have it, so I don’t need to use a cpap to obtain perfect rest now nor will I possibly die in my sleep or have a debilitating stroke due to a lack of oxygen while out cold. Some more suicidal brothers of ours would see this as a negative but yeah since I fear death and further disability this feature is at least the one bright spot I have found from having the procedure.
Oh and it was necessary for me to survive anyway since fucked vocal cords don’t simply impact talking but one’s breathing as well and mine where paralyzed where they were not opening widely enough when I breathed to provide me adequate oxygen intake thus the trach blow hole bypasses that.
Other things to mention? A fat cunt nurse and a somewhat attractive dark haired nurse literally openly plotted to kill me while I was all fucked up and couldn’t walk or defend myself but it turns out it was a case of mistaken identity as apparently they got me mixed up with a different person they wanted dead and left me alone once they figured this out.
P.S: I could not walk because I’d been out of commission ie down for so long my legs had atrophied I guess but after enough rehab I regained the ability quite obviously.
So after a few hospital stays and surgery I was planted in a literal old folks nursing home for a couple of months until I healed enough to go home.
During my stay there I received more rehab and got athletically mogged by a 100 or 101 year old woman that out walked me to a local restaurant we were being rewarded by the staff with a visit to since my rehab was going so well and these particular old folks were close to being discharged themselves.
P.P.S: Due to months of starvation and being on extreme amounts of diuretics I have practically transformed into skinny Link which will no doubt make my best friend for life and Dino nuggy conniseur
@Todd Thundercock vERy proud of me since he too went on his own slimming journey in order to try and obtain Stacy and or greatER health.
