So, at the end of September, I hurt myself during my first week working at the library (it was a lot more strenuous than I have originally expected.) I wasn't getting better, and the pain was really hard to deal with. I ended up going to the emergency room three times, and eventually one of my doctors ordered a CT scan and discovered I had a very aggressive virus called necrotizing fasciitis. I ended up have four surgeries over the course of a week. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that I was pretty torn up before they got the virus under control, and eventually I was moved to the burn unit at Emanuel Hospital. Over the course of another week I had to learn to walk with a walker, I pulled a NG tube out of my stomach through my nose because it was super uncomfortable (a proud moment for me), and I had a lot of time for introspection. Laying in a hospital bed gives you a real moment for self evaluation, and a chance to look at the world in a different way. I feel really blessed to have a family that kept up with me, and nurses that indulged my moments of universal clarity and deep spiritual realization (we had some great conversations.) Eventually, I decided I wasn't going to lay there, so I got myself up and started to get myself ready to recover. It's going to be a long road, but I'm determined to get my health issues under control.
I know that I could have died, and I feel that even though I'm still weak and recovering, I came out of the hospital stronger, and with deep sense of clarity and purpose. I know what I'm meant to do – inspire creativity, encourage imagination, and always #BelieveInWonder.