Back From The Dead
I planned a labor day party in 2013; Besides the usual grilling foods like homburgs, London broil, steaks, hot dogs and side dishes like potato salad and coleslaw, I had a 5-gallon batch of ground meat pasta sauceinthefreezer. People are wild about my pasta dishes. The party was called off because I got killed!
My buddies Mike Balinas and redneck pipeliner Devin Price tried to reach me, and I didn’t’ answer my phones or return messages for several days. Devin lives closer than Mike, so he came up to check on me. He found the front door to the house was wide open and I was next to my bed covered in blood, and me choking on my own blood. Devin called 911, and s Pennsylvania State Trooper responded to the call and ordered an ambulance. I was attacked in my sleep, so I couldn’t identify my assailant. My heart and breathing stopped as I was loaded into the ambulance. Devin called my nephew, Louis Fromanger rushed down from Toronton, Canada and drove down to Philadelphia 150 miles south of Scranton and back so my brother Jim and brought him to see me for the last time. I really looked like I wasn’t going to make it. I had a stroke from the beating They revived me in the ambulance and put me on a respirator. I was transported to CMC hospital in Scranton. One of my lungs collapsed, so they put in a chest tube I was in a coma for 8 days. I came out of it, and I had tubes coming out of me everywhere. I told the nurse that we could stop the breathing treatment, and she informed me that it was not a breathing treatment, rather a respirator that was breathing for me while I was in a coma. I was in CMC for a while while I recovered. I had a lot of visitors, but didn’t remember any visitors, and when asked the nurse why, she said “Because you were out of it.” Then I realized I didn’t remember anything but my name, social security number, phone numbers and license plate number. The rest of my memory was all blank. I took me a year to fully recover my memory. All of my friends and family didn’t think I was going to make it. All of the nurses were sweet and affectionate to me.
The beating also knocked a blood clot loose, which ended up causing a stroke. I was remanded to 90 days of physical therapy. Thank God it was a minor stroke. When I was well enough, I was moved to Golden Living, a nursing home with a great physical therapy facility. I will write about that experience in my next post.