Posted on 02/25/2023 6:06:39 AM PST by napscoordinator
My name is really a play on the tactics of Scipio Aemilianus and how to be a true military conqueror.
He was the Roman version of Patton - squared.
It’s brutal, but it worked in Spain and Carthage.
lol
Ex Catholic here too. đđ€Ș
I was just an infant when this happened to my older brother but from what he and my parents told me it was a slow go at first.
When he was in the hospital for over 2 months, a Nun who was also an MD, and a hospital administrator was very involved in his care and his rehabilitation.
My brother told me he remembered trying to feed himself at first and couldnât get the spoon to his mouth, heâd try to bring it to his mouth, the spoon would end up in on his cheek or near his ear and was in a wheelchair for several weeks after coming out of the coma.
But he had fond memories of this Nun getting into a wheelchair herself and having wheelchair races with him up and down the corridor. It was probably part of his âtherapyâ, using his arms and strengthening his upper body strength but all he remembered was how much fun it was.
He also had some stroke like and cognitive symptoms for a time like seeing pictures of animals but not being able to say their names even though he knew that it was a picture of a giraffe for instance, but he couldnât say the word.
After 2 months in the hospital, and finally regaining his ability to walk, getting his coordination and speech back, it still took almost another year for him to regain his pre-Mumps weight and catch up with his schoolwork over the summer so he wouldnât be held back.
I wish I could post the before and after pictures, but my SIL has all the family photos but his before and after weight in those pictures are striking. Before a rather muscular 12-year-old who was playing sports to a very pale, very thin boy who got easily exhausted from walking short distances.
But he did eventually fully recover and went on to marry and have 3 children with his wife and at last count, had 11 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.
Sadly, my brother passed on in late 2020 at the age of 72 due to organ (kidney and liver) failure likely brought on by his overuse use of OTC pain relievers like Tylenol and numerous shots of whiskey because of his spinal stenosis and extreme back pain that had been helped by opioid pain killers at a much lower doses but that his doctors would no longer prescribe for him.
That and his obstinate refusal to go to PT because he went only once and claimed it didn't help.
He had had surgery for his spinal stenosis some years earlier that brought him several years of relief but then it came back with a vengeance. He kept insisting he needed another surgery, but the numerous orthopedic specialists he went to told him that it wouldn't help.
He also had diabetes and a heart condition and a year earlier had been hospitalized with a deep leg thrombosis likely because of his reduced physical activity.
What I can tell you is that my parents made sure I was up to date with all my vaccinations because they didnât want me to go through what my older brother went through.
FWIW I did get Measles in the 3rd grade but was attending a school in Elizabethtown PA that had a large number of Amish and Mennonite kids. I remember being very sick for over a week but when I got back to school, found out that nearly all my classmates had also contracted it and that one of my classmates died from it.
Even though I had had measles, when I was in HS in Baltimore it was a requirement to either prove prior MMR vaccination or proof of a medical record as having had measles before. Unfortunately, my parents had moved sever times and my medical records were lost so in HS I got the MMR shot. No complications or regrets on getting that Vax.
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