Wheels ...
In all that affects me I am grateful I have my natural wheels & seldom have bathroom issues, and even then slight leakage.
As I suffer with neck, shoulder, arm and hand pain, stiffness, tingle, numbness, cold sensativity, loss of strength and coordination I can still walk (not run or ride my bike) but walk and not only walk, walk for miles.
I have concern & sympathy for you and people in your group who must deal with other issues than I do. I have "isolated" permanent disability. I wish I could control it, wish it would plateau instead of worsen - wish I could even have a true grasp of why the hell is it greater worse and how is this going to be when I am old - all my surgeons say I am the best that can be as they rightfully pound their chests with the work they did and how "I have come through the other side" - damn I am their biggest cheerleader and flag waver - I am grateful for all of their work, compassion and attention. Those negligentful people did not foresee a cyclist riding their bike in a designated bike lane leaving a trap for me to fall into literally. Can they say they are sorry - No; they can't even say they are at fault and accept liability - then have the audacity to imply or perhaps even sau outrightly - You can walk FRED; You can go on Nice Vacations FRED; You are one of the Few to Come through the Other Side; You do not use a cane nor wheelchair bound ....blah, blah, blah, blah --- the side effects - cataract, no doubt cancer well before its time, inability to play like I should with my grandchildren, etc. all because of their damn awful neglect - their fault, not even leaving me the ability to be warned or to have another option. Bam! You are now permanently disabled for your life now FRED
Maybe I could handle this better if it were not for the trauma but I am driven by principle to make them see what they did to me, what harm they have caused - how I must cover it up to those around me, visually - how I must not be lethargic or they will win, reducing myself to a blob unable to walk up my stairs to my nice home; unable to enjoy life!
When I came out of PLACE as an inpatient, I hated being home - every morning I got up as usual, shaved and showered like I was going to work, walked my wife to the train and then took a mile plus walk to return home to hook myself up off my IV pole to feed myself. Sitting there with music on (do not allow TV to engulf you FRED) then walk to Rehab over to PLACE (lived on Damen then). Back home, hook myself up again, crush my pills and send them in through my viens like I am a druggy. A week of this I bregged my occupational therapist to allow me to get to work ... it will be good for me to dress myself, button my shirt, tie my shoes, walk to L, up the stairs, into work ... all exceptional therapy! I got Dr ******* to sign off on it but he would not allow me to take L with that damn feeding tube hanging out of my nose ... throw the J-Peg tube in then and let me live!!!!
My Mom a thoroughbred German - Get out ogf this house and "Blow some stink off you!", "Its Good for your Constitution!!!" "Eat every thing on your plate or sit there all night!" - primed me for the recovery of this accident, she taught me well.
I love Thanksgiving ... Christmas without the gifts - the need to give to people who expect to be given to and rarely are happy. To be thankful ... I am thankful I have my natural wheels, my legs and feet - the strength to want to live to be 100.
I hope youas my friend want the same thing :)
As I suffer with neck, shoulder, arm and hand pain, stiffness, tingle, numbness, cold sensativity, loss of strength and coordination I can still walk (not run or ride my bike) but walk and not only walk, walk for miles.
I have concern & sympathy for you and people in your group who must deal with other issues than I do. I have "isolated" permanent disability. I wish I could control it, wish it would plateau instead of worsen - wish I could even have a true grasp of why the hell is it greater worse and how is this going to be when I am old - all my surgeons say I am the best that can be as they rightfully pound their chests with the work they did and how "I have come through the other side" - damn I am their biggest cheerleader and flag waver - I am grateful for all of their work, compassion and attention. Those negligentful people did not foresee a cyclist riding their bike in a designated bike lane leaving a trap for me to fall into literally. Can they say they are sorry - No; they can't even say they are at fault and accept liability - then have the audacity to imply or perhaps even sau outrightly - You can walk FRED; You can go on Nice Vacations FRED; You are one of the Few to Come through the Other Side; You do not use a cane nor wheelchair bound ....blah, blah, blah, blah --- the side effects - cataract, no doubt cancer well before its time, inability to play like I should with my grandchildren, etc. all because of their damn awful neglect - their fault, not even leaving me the ability to be warned or to have another option. Bam! You are now permanently disabled for your life now FRED
Maybe I could handle this better if it were not for the trauma but I am driven by principle to make them see what they did to me, what harm they have caused - how I must cover it up to those around me, visually - how I must not be lethargic or they will win, reducing myself to a blob unable to walk up my stairs to my nice home; unable to enjoy life!
When I came out of PLACE as an inpatient, I hated being home - every morning I got up as usual, shaved and showered like I was going to work, walked my wife to the train and then took a mile plus walk to return home to hook myself up off my IV pole to feed myself. Sitting there with music on (do not allow TV to engulf you FRED) then walk to Rehab over to PLACE (lived on Damen then). Back home, hook myself up again, crush my pills and send them in through my viens like I am a druggy. A week of this I bregged my occupational therapist to allow me to get to work ... it will be good for me to dress myself, button my shirt, tie my shoes, walk to L, up the stairs, into work ... all exceptional therapy! I got Dr ******* to sign off on it but he would not allow me to take L with that damn feeding tube hanging out of my nose ... throw the J-Peg tube in then and let me live!!!!
My Mom a thoroughbred German - Get out ogf this house and "Blow some stink off you!", "Its Good for your Constitution!!!" "Eat every thing on your plate or sit there all night!" - primed me for the recovery of this accident, she taught me well.
I love Thanksgiving ... Christmas without the gifts - the need to give to people who expect to be given to and rarely are happy. To be thankful ... I am thankful I have my natural wheels, my legs and feet - the strength to want to live to be 100.
I hope youas my friend want the same thing :)
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