minions, Knights, GvA
(OK, forget GvA but to all the rest of you)
I herewith announce another Knighthood attempt for the end of this week, Friday the 13th. there could be no better date than this.
here’s my story:
I first entered The Castle on the 17th of March, 2019, and officially became a Knight of Sufferlandria. about half a year later I was diagnosed with a grade 2 meningioma, a brain tumor that’s considered “still benign” but can nevertheless become pretty dangerous. there’s not much f***ing room inside a human head. my tumor was about the size of a chicken egg, it hat grown into my skull and induced some pretty odd symptoms that I initially had thought were simply signs of getting old. guess I was wrong.
I had surgery two weeks before Christmas that lasted nine hours and a bit, most of my tumor could be removed, but not all of it. you simply can’t just open the lid, pick up the brain, and then clean out everything there is underneath.
I still recovered reasonably well, spent Christmas with my family, and was back on the trainer just before the new year. Open 15 felt like going all out and seemed to last forever but wow, I was really proud of myself. the walks I took were getting longer, I was making good progress, had a checkup with the radio oncologist to plan radiotherapy. the following day I went for a walk and felt really good, until I went to bed. I woke up with unusual spells of pain in the middle of the night that wouldn’t go away. the usual pain meds didn’t help and I didn’t sleep too well. the following morning I felt completely knackered, shaky, elevated heart rate and a weeping wound. clear signs of an infection. it was Saturday, the 11th of January.
thus began my “Weekend of Survival”.
I called the hospital and was told to report to the ER as soon as possible. as soon as I arrived, they made all the necessary checks and then put me on antibiotics to stop the progression of sepsis. by that time I was hardly able to walk, but medication kicked in pretty well. on Sunday morning I was allowed to eat and drink.
early afternoon, the resident came to see me and told me they had just received a call from the lab, my CSF sample was completely contaminated with bacteria. I had emergency surgery that same evening to end the unexpected Staph Aureus party in my brain. another uncomfortable night on the ICU, on Monday the 13th I had finally made it through my Weekend of Survival.
three years ago.
now it’s time to celebrate.
here’s my schedule:
Who Dares?
The Rookie
The Hunted
Attacker
The Best Thing in the World
There’s No Try
The Bat
The Model
Revolver
Rue the Day
I’ll keep you posted
it took me 5min to log on to this forum just to give you a 
Looking forward to seeing the smile after 
