Hello everyone! So, today's "in depth" blog will certainly be all over the place but I'll try to finish a topic before segueing off into another one!! I'll be covering of course, more about me that isn't covered in the profile allowances of the site and some other things too! Let's get this text train a rollin'!!
So first and foremost, I'd like to discuss more of the things that make well, me! So I'll be starting with some background things that molded me into the man I am now in the current day.
I was raised in a loving home that consisted of myself, my father, mother and younger brother. By the time I was 3 years old, I had been hospitalized over twenty-seven times for one to two weeks at a time. Weird, I know. It started with me contracting e-coli in the nursery of the hospital where I was born in Elmhurst, Illinois. The pediatrician that my mom took me to after a few weeks out of the hospital was one hundred percent convinced there was nothing wrong with me as I only started showing signs of illness once home with my parents. However, once I was taken home by my parents I couldn't keep any food inside of me. Not to be gross and as you might have known or guessed, with e-coli, that illness decimates all of the natural gut and intestinal bacteria that your body needs for digestion and so, every time I was fed, within literally three minutes it was already "exiting" my body. So back to that pediatrician for a second, he was told these things once I was home with my family and he told my mother that it was "something my parents were doing wrong as new parents" and he attributed it to, them possibly yelling at each other in front of me as a baby to even more insane things like my parents were "imagining" things and even one assertion of downright abuse suffered at the hands of my parents. So this went on for months, three to be exact and I was being given solid food within the first month of my life. Which isn't normal at all as you all might well know. So I was now literally 3 months old to the day and my mother called the pediatrician again and demanded hospitalization with testing. This man had a week of hospitalization to figure out what was wrong and when my mom demanded these tests he told her she was crazy and a nuisance and once the tests were concluded he told her to, "never darken his doorway" again at his practice. Well, the entire week he did every test except the one that would have rectified the situation sooner. That test, a stool sample (sorry for the poop talk, I hate it too!). He did that one last even though it should have been one of the first, on the last day of my hospitalization in the last hours of said hospital stay. He was convinced my parents were crazy, as I said before.
So my parents take me home but upon arriving home, there was a Health Department team from Elmhurst waiting for us. I've been told that my parents asked why they were there and that the response to that query was to the effect of "Didn't your pediatrician tell you we were coming?" which he had not called my parents after he received the test results (more on that in a minute) and the other statement they made was "Well we have to quarantine your son and you two because he tested positive for e-coli." So my parents were freaking out and testing showed that neither of my parents had gotten e-coli since I was brought home so everything was fine in that respect. That asshole pediatrician? Yeah, he didn't tell my parents because he knew he has fucked up by not testing for something so obvious sooner and that's why the Health Department was puzzled we didn't know about them coming There was nothing that could be done about the e-coli however, they just had to "hope for the best" that I wouldn't die. For those that don't know e-coli also starts to eat away at the lining of your intestines since it's an overpowering bad bacteria and no good bacteria exists at this point. I too suffered this obviously and now instead of food just passing through in a matter of minutes became just a matter of one minute and a ton of blood from the now ravaged organs in my body's digestive system. This went on until I was three. The e-coli had been eradicated by my sixth month of life. However, it was a plague until I was three as it wreaked havoc on my body and I was sick with ever virus that came my way due to lowered good bacteria throughout my system. I was hospitalized all those times because I was so weak and without the body's natural defensive system working properly. My parents were told all at all of those twenty-seven plus hospitalizations that they should make arrangements for my death because every time I was hospitalized I was literally hanging on the edge between life and death.
It's alright though, because at the age of three that all started to be a thing of the past. Strangely though, through all that sickness I was reading and comprehending what I was reading by the ripe old age of one and a half. I started to show signs of extreme intelligence although that's something that would be a factor once I was in schooling systems and I'll save the stories of my awkward school experiences for another "in depth" blog of mine!
At the age of nine, I started getting extreme bouts of chronic pneumonia or bronchitis. I was hospitalized from that age to the age of sixteen over sixty times. Also, most of those times (taken from my medical records here), to be exact, forty-five of those sixty plus times I had a fever of 105 or higher and the highest fever I ever survived sits at 107.1. I technically should have been dead before age three yet it seems illness wasn't done with me yet and these very numerous bouts with respiratory infections should have also killed me especially with the massive amount of high fevers I had gone through. I spent a lot of time in oxygen tents and being plunged into an insane amount of ice baths as well to combat the fevers that were quite literally boiling my brain.
Once I hit the age of sixteen, the chronic aspect of these respiratory infections slowed and I only got pneumonia or bronchitis once or twice a year after that until I was in my twenties. The last horrible bout of pneumonia I had was over ten years ago and my doctor was floored because when he saw me that time, he estimated that I had been sick for at least a month and a half and therefore had "walking pneumonia" as it's referred to. I was thirty at that time. I haven't had a bad bout of illness since that time.
There are many other reasons I shouldn't be here writing this today. I've almost died so many times in my life that any count above the ones I listed, is damn near impossible to tally. I'll get into those "problems" in another "in depth" blog too.
Needless to say, I am who I am today due to the amount of times I've almost died from gnarly illnesses when I was younger. All of those fevers? According to a ton of doctors I should be so severely brain damaged from the fevers that I shouldn't be able to form complete sentences let alone have an IQ of 145.
The point of this blog which, by my standards was very streamlined this time, is that no matter what the odds are for anything we as individuals and as a collective of humans, can overcome anything. I know this to be true because I'm living proof of that idea! I really should be dead yet here I am, giving the finger to the cosmos! Hehehe.
Well, that concludes this "in depth" blog! I hope you learned more about me as a youngin' and that nothing is ever impossible. Even when the math and logic dictates it is nigh impossible! I love my friends here on site and I'll be around for most of the day today! I hope you all had fantastic weekends and I look forward to chilling and having fun with my on site folk!!!
Much love and respect,
Nix