My Brother setup my bedroom alarm clock, as we were forced to move it from the battery backup plug, to accomodate my new, little best friend, who will be with me every step of the way for however long it takes.
My little digital dude in 7dtd, whom I have nicknamed "FumDucker" for a bit of fun, is not going to be played at all today, and when he does appear, it will be in brief, as I (The real life human player), am in the process of going through some real life, honest to god drama.
As I do have some interest in creative writing, I thought I could tell a tale within-a-tale, and kill 2 birds with one stone, as it were.
In 7dtd, FumDucker finds yet another wrecked residential PoI, but in this particular place, he comes upon a written diary of some poor slob (Me), written years before the rise of the zombies, and reads it for whatever reason. (because why the heck not) That being said...
An excerpt from one of many partial stories, discovered at some nameless PoI.
Tales from the Time Before
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..A funny thing happened on the way..." to get new diabetic footgear. (*
Authors note, read this as if written by me, in the present, but told from the perspective of my little digital dude in 7dtd, finding old, attempts at stories, discovered by FumDucker, which allows me to write what recently happened, and what needs to happen in the next few months, and get some practical experience at creative writing for a book/game I have been wanting to write for some time, namely, a full on amature writer's attempt to write up an entire game of 7dtd, from start to finnish, with many a time of the character's exploits inserted along the way.
"...So I had been putting off my attempts at building up my daily walking efforts, at first because of pain in my right foot, then because of weather and sickness, and ending up a 4-5 day bout with diarrhea and vomiting, which finally seemed to have ended Sunday night (
April 19th, 2026), and so, Having an 8am appointment to get new shoes at the prosthetics clinic, I decided to take a Lyft ride to the hospital, and save the body some pain walking to the bus stop, and waiting in the freezing temps.
"...Right away, things went wrong, as My first driver was supposed to arrive in 10 minutes (a 0604 call, which would be a 0614 arrival, right?). Instead, the driver supposedly arrives a 0608, and immediately texted me, telling me they had arrived (in just 4 minutes), followed by a 0610 "where are you", and followed a bit later by them claiming to have "Completed the Ride", where they frequently billed for services never rendered. In reality, they were never at my door, nor my building. I limped outside, in the cold, on a sore foot, and wasted several minutes trying to contact the lying/thieving driver, before just giving up and calling a second Lyft. This time, a real driver comes, picks me up and takes me to the VA Hospital."
"...I'm running a bit later than I had intended, what with the first crook and all, and now I accept a powered wheelchair/scooter from the guy at the front desk, and head down to the ER for a quick check, before going to my appointment. I quickly discover, I have cleverly managed to leave not only my VA ID card back at home, but my entire wallet, as well. However, they proceed to start checking me in. Unfortunately, the crooked, thieving first driver made me just late enough, that the ER visit would have me miss my shoe appointment, and so tells me to go upstairs, get my shoes, and then come back down to the ER."
"...I do this thing, and while sitting, in pain, waiting tor the shoe guys to open up, I go to check my phone, only to discover I lost it, as it was an oversized phone with all kinds of unneeded bigger screen and stuff I never wanted, but which my sister (who paid for the thing) thought would be great. My eyes preclude reading text messages anyway, so what is the point of having a big, cumbersome, oversized phone in the first place. Result, it is to big to fit securely in my sweatpants pocket, and falls out. Yeah, what a great day this is turning into"
"...The shoe guys are everything I could have wished for, and I get a new pair of shoes on the spot, as the 2 pair I brought in, were totally worn out (It use to be, in order to get new, replacement shoes, you had to turn in the old, worn out ones). This policy has been removed, and 2 new pair of shoes were ordered. Now we are getting some where! I take my happy experience and go to the cafeteria, hoping to get something I can keep down and end the diarrhea and vomiting cycle, buy myself some scrambled eggs and bacon, 2 OJ and 2 watter bottles, and head back down to the ER"
"...I get called back into the ER at last, and the doc is thinking I came all the way here for the Diarrhea/Vomiting symptoms, and knows nothing about the pain in my foot (the real reason I am at the ER at all), as the intake guy admits he forgot to mention that. Everything starts fast after that. I won't cover this in detail right now, the (emotional pain is still to new, deep and raw for that) What follows must suffice for now."
"...Doc take off shoe, notes smell. Doc takes off sock, and Doc takes a step back. Many questions get asked, many more Docs start showing up, food ordered not to be consumed, as immediate, life saving surgery is indicated. Immediate is relative, of course, and I don't actually go under the knife until 1700 hours."
"...So that is the story of how I got 2 new pairs of shoes, and "A funny thing happened on the way..."
So that my friends, is that. The story of my
Monday, April 20th, 2026.
I got 2 new pairs of shoes, and suffered an unexpected Emergency Amputation of 2 toes off my right foot. The infection was able to be attempted to be contained by removal of the outer two toes. The Docs initially said three toes, and possibly the whole foot, depending on the test results and post OP care.
I am home now, not out of the woods yet, and have much work to do if I want to save my remaining right foot, by careful and dutiful following up on my post OP care, which will all be attempting to call me, on my lost phone, to set up my next few weeks of appointments. I hope the replacement arrives soon. My sister has already purchased one, and this one's is a smaller, more modest sized one, and won't just fall out of my pocket.
My own "...Last time I buy one of theses infernal things...cell phone, was working fine, for about a month and a half, before the cell phone companies decided to change their end, and my brand new, shiny cell phone was useless in less than half a year.
Anyway, that was the story of my monday, and after some rest and time for needed thing, I'll share what the rest of the week was like.
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