Staph somehow found it's way into my spine which decked me.
By bye left big toe!
(There's a song in there somewhere, maybe a novel).
They want to operate on my spine by slicing off several inches of the outside and doing a clean and scrape and reassembly.
Even in my drug-fogged state I had enough sense to nix that one (which appeared extremely steam-rollered to me).
I am attempting to get an independent opinion as to whether to do it or not and apparently time is of the essence for optimization of outcome, but at least I'll have more confidence in their efforts if it appears they have their ducks in a row instead of running around like chickens with their heads cut-off as appeared previously.
Meanwhile I seem, though still paralyzed from the chest down, to be getting a little (1% maybe) of sensation back in my lower 60 in spots.
Signing off for now from Critical Care lalaland...
Love you guys and will keep you posted during my lucid moments!