At death’s door. Wednesday last I noticed a
They never did figure out what hit me. After 10 pints of red blood, the bleeding out my fanny stopped. There were a couple of exam experts who wanted to run some kind of camera down my nose to look around. I suggested that since the blood was coming out my fanny they ought to start there and do a colonoscopy. Look around the place that patient is having trouble first. The exam experts didn’t listen to me. I am pretty sure they did the nose thing AND a colonoscopy.
To my great joy they let me out of stir on Friday (two days ago). I am home. My brother John Starr drove me home. I would not have survived without his support.