My One Year Clotiversary

One week prior to my diagnosis, I noticed that I was getting very weak. Not weakness from being tired, but unusually weak (I thought) without cause.

I also had a nagging light caught and I was constantly clearing m throat. I began to presume that I have acquired the coronavirus, so I started doctoring myself with the hope I would feel better. About a few days later, I felt somewhat better, but there were more ominous things to come.

I fainted for the first time on Wednesday. I woke up and figured that I simply had a really bad panic attack and brushed it off. However, I started to become lightheaded to the point that I could only walk a few yards before I had to sit down. As a result, I decided to call it an early day and stay in my bedroom for the remainder of the day.

The next day on Thursday, I woke up feeling somewhat better, but that same funny headache-thingy feeling was still on the crown of my head. Despite that feeling, I was able to get around pretty easily without feeling faint.

Hours later, I fainted three times.

I also live alone.

At this point, it was a no-brainer to dial 911. It took the EMTs to come in and get me off the floor. My blood pressure was 69/57, so it was pretty obvious that I need to go to the emergency room.

From Thursday night until Friday afternoon, they were fighting to save my life. Eventually, the doctors discovered a massive saddle pulmonary embolism in both my lungs. They gave me three options on how to be treated: Medication, a medically induced coma/life-support, or the procedure through my groin.

I choose the procedure.

I was half awake during the procedure. I even heard one of the surgeons say’ “Would you look at that” the clots were removed.

The surgery was a success and the staff was very pleased, but no one was more pleased than I was!

One of the surgeons showed me a picture of what they yanked out of me and I was astonished. He sent me a copy and I carry it around as a badge of honor. I would show it to you all, but I don’t know how strong your stomachs are LOL

All in all, I thank the Lord for bringing me through that life-changing ordeal. I’m still healing, I’m on Coumadin, and I walk like a giant toddler. Please don’t get me started on the mental and emotional effects.

I do apologize for such a lengthy dissertation, but I just had to tell my story. In any case, I thank you for taking to time to read about my story.

(By the way, the pic on the left is AFTER the surgery; I looked far worse before the surgery)

How Was My 2022?


At the beginning of 2022, things were so different…

While I wasn’t in perfect health, I believed I was in fair physical shape. Three of my friends were just either a phone call or text away. Lastly, I was in a relationship; the first I’ve had since the beginning of the pandemic.

However, by the end of 2022…

A massive pulmonary embolism nearly killed me and I have some long-term effects as a result. The three friends I mentioned earlier have now crossed over from time to eternity. I am now, for all intents and purposes, single and alone.

I apologize to you all for writing such a dispiriting and self-pitying end-of-the-year post.

On the flip side, there has been a lot of good that has happened in 2022: My podcast/broadcast is prospering, I have a few more dollars in my pocket and I’m eating like a horse, most importantly, I still have my immediate family.

Nonetheless, this year has been one for the books, but I made it. It hasn’t been easy, but I made it. Survivors’ remorse tried to get me down, but I made it. Several medical and personal setbacks tried to stop me, but guess what…I MADE IT!

Educator Dr. Steve Perry posted a tweet about being in a similar, albeit far more critical situation in 2022. The last sentence of his post brought me to tears…

Like the songwriter, Cody Johnson wrote:

“Oh Lord, I can’t even walk without you holding my hand

Oh Lord, I can’t even walk without you holding my hand”

The mountains too high and the valleys too wide

Down on my knees that’s where I learned to stand

As I always say, I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I know Who holds tomorrow. Thank you all so much for your presence and may you and yours have a blessed and prosperous 2023.

The 2022 Year-End Edition of SBC Tuesday Talk!

Readers, this is the last episode of SBC Tuesday Talk for 2022!

Leslie and I discussed cheating and those who think it’s okay as long as gifts are given.

Next, we discussed how men should take charge…respectfully that is!

These topics and others are tackled in our last live stream of 2022!