What Happened?

​I wrote a Facebook post six or seven weeks ago that talked about a “medical accident” that I was involved in.  This is my update.
 
In May, I started taking a blood pressure medicine to which I was allergic.  No one knew I was allergic to it, especially me.  Unknowingly, it was like taking poison and resulted in my inner tissues and organs being chemically “burned”.  After two weeks, I suffered acute necrotic pancreatitis (which means that part of my pancreas died), renal failure, liver failure, kidney failure, and a bunch of other failures.  I spent two days in the local ER, a week in a hospital in Santa Fe, and then a later week in a hospital in Albuquerque.
I have been home for a month (I live alone), sleeping in a recliner, eating almost no food (I’ve lost about 40 pounds), taking a lot of pills every day, and battling a few bouts of despair. I am much better now, but still can’t drive, sit up for very long, write much, read much, or think much. However, I am eating more, am no longer confined to sleeping the recliner, and walked around the block for the first time last night.
I will survive.  I should be much better within another month or two and expect that I will fully recover by fall.  If not fully, then I may have some limitations that I can live with.
 
This is why I haven’t written a blog for a while.  I hope now to restart.
 
Speaking of that, my seventh book of the Mogi Franklin Mysteries, The Lady in White, became available on Amazon on June 1st.  The eighth book, The Captain’s Chest, which is a very clever story, is out for review and will be available on September 1st.  My ninth book, the end of the series (for now), is River of Gold, and its review copies are being printed now.  It will be available October 1st.
 
So, in spite of me being interrupted, my books have continued.  Please check them out.  They make good summer reading for middle graders and young adults.
 
I have spent some time wondering why, with all of the systemic failures of my body, I did not die.  I believe strongly that it was because my family and friends refused to let me go and that they prayed to God sufficiently enough that He finally agreed.  I thank them for that; I did not want to die.

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