IT'S GETTING COLDER AND COLDER, I'M GETTING OLDER AND OLDER

Tue, Nov 30, 2010

1:53 AM

Well I guess right now I should say, Good Morning. But then again I haven't been to bed yet today so I suppose for me it's, "hey".
Lol, ok ok, I'm tired. Wish I could say I was a bit buzzed but not tonight.
What I can do is wish my daughter a happy birthday…………..


HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY ANGEL


I wish you a very happy birthday baby girl, and I hope I can give that to you this evening. If any of you are in town that might catch this posting one way or the other, we are getting together at The Cliff House around 6:00 - 6:30 in Indian Wells, I know she would love to see you all there.
I got one of the projects finished that I had started, I'll be picking it up tomorrow. I sure wish I could say it's a custom built car with all the bells and whistles, but I can't, lol. I wish I could say I've got VIP, backstage, and music lessons by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill and an invite to a month long trip on their tour, in their bus, but I can't.
But I will share with you what I got for her, with you, the day after tomorrow, well, I guess we go back to the time thing and that would then be, tomorrow. How about Wednesday.

Well I got more bad news today from Melissa, my rep for the Implant. Her diagnosis of the implant is "it's broken". Ok, maybe not in those words, but she did say that it was messed up enough to the point that she couldn't fix it or at the least program it to the settings we had it at last week. All she could do was just program a couple settings and those alone were tuned into just my left shoulder and neck.
So from here on out I have only my medications until we get approval for a "REVISION" surgery. I'm calling the surgeon's office tomorrow, wish me luck that they have something scheduled already.

Ok, for the moment anyway, I don’t know if this same font will by on the blog site or not, I'll look for it, but I didn’t know how good it good in CAP'S until, NOW. SO AS YOU CAN SEE, I DO REALLY LIKE THIS FONT.

DAMMIIT, IT'S COLD AS HELL IN HERE, IT'S FRIGGEN 37 DEGREES RIGHT NOW, OUTSIDE. BUT TOO MY FURNACE IS OUT UNTIL TOMORROW (LATER TODAY). BUT WHATS WORSE IS MY LET HAND. SINCE THE ACCIDENT AND LOSING THE ULNAR ARTERY, WITH NO THANKS TO THE FUCKING DUMBASS, HEADS UP THEIR ASSES, USELESS AS TITS ON A BORE HOG SURGEONS THAT SAID "MY ARTERY WAS IN TOO BAD OF SHAPE TO REPARE". WELL NO SHIT THERE EINSTEIN, LEAVING MY WOUND SIT OPEN FOR THREE FRIGGEN DAYS WOULD SORT OF DO THAT. ANYWAY, MORE ON THAT LATER, BUT BECAUSE OF THE ARTERY BEING GONE NOW, AND RESULTING FROM THAT, LACK OF CIRCULATION, MAKES MY HAND DROP IN TEMP EVEN FURTHER THAN MY RIGHT HAND. AND THAT MAKES IT HURT EVEN MORE. HAVE YOU EVER PUT YOUR HAND IN A BUCKET OF JUST ICE WATER? OK, NOW DO THAT WHILE SITTING IN AN ICE BOX. ITS JUST SO FRIGGEN COLD (MY HAND).


OK, IT'S GETTING LATE, OR EARLY, BUT I'M STARTING TO NOD.

I'LL GET ON HERE AGAIN TOMORROW AFTER I GO HAVE COFFEE. SLEEP GOOD EVERYONE


LOVE'S TO Y'ALL

11/30/2010 3:02 AM (MT)

Getting Closer

Sat, Nov 27, 2010

12:19 PM

Getting Closer

Yep, we are getting closer to my Daughters 25th Birthday. Man o man, I am starting to feel older and older. I couldn't be any more proud of my baby girl. I am so happy she had come out to live with me when she did. She was always a Godsend, since she was born and still is today.
I Love You Baby, And I Hope This Doesn't Embarrass You Too Much

I didn't know which way I wanted to run the photos, from younger to today. Or from more recent to the past.
So, after a great deal of thought and contemplation, I decided to do a random slide show.

I've also been trying to figure if I should go from more recent photos to when you were younger or from when you were younger to the more current or recent photos.

11/28/2010 11:58 AM

Good morning, actually it's probably more like afternoon for most of you.
I guess I got a bit too high last night and forget to post. Oh well, now I'll have today's going up.
I'm trying to create a PowerPoint presentation for Tasha's birthday. I found a bunch of old pic's of the kids and for her birthday, I'm going to possibly embarrass her a little bit, but you only turn 25 once, right.
So anyway, I'm going to work on that and I'll get back here to fill you in on my self educated PowerPoint class, whatever.

Oh, also. I went and got a new Bubbler I guess you call them, to smoke my pot and you know, if you have used one, it's so compact and I get such a nice hit that I get such a good buzz off my herbs. I'm serious, it is more like a topping for pasta, lol. They sell this Spice in AZ and it's legal first of all, but I mixed some pot with it. The spice gives you, me anyway, one form of a high and then with the pot, I get a bit of a different high along with the other. It takes me out of this world, a little bit anyway.
My hand is fucking killing me. The patch the E.R. doc gave me may as well be a band aid because it sure as hell isn't helping with the pain. It actually hurts worse now than it did when the I first got hurt. I cannot even touch my hand with anything. I wear a glove most of the time just to protect. It is so difficult to even get the glove on anymore since the Stim Implant quit working. I have only the use of my left index finger just hit the keys on the left side of the keyboard. I'm glad I took typing in high school. All the cute girls were in there so I got the benefit of hanging out with the girls and knowing my way around a keyboard.

Ok, back to work on Tasha's Gift, hahaha. I hope I figure this thing out.



Hi all, well it is now 9:00pm and I'm still working on my gift for Tasha. Well ok, I did take a bit of a break. But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have figured out what I did. Oh yeah, I also went and picked up the other gift. It looks really cool, still needs a little something else but maybe later

I went to the store with Pops, to get a few things for the house. I haven't been involved with anyone in some time. Seems like forever when I look at it in one hand, but then in the other hand, you have my ex-wife #3. I'll fill you in on her here soon. I'll just dedicate one blog for her.




I'm going to post for now too I guess, I need to work on something and I'm running out of time.

Good night you guys, and thanks for keeping up.

The First Few Days Of Hell

Changes : Am I Who I Am: Playing the Waiting Game

Chronologically, these p0stings are from when the accident first happened. I hope I have everything covered. You either knew me before or you didn't, these postings, I hope help you and if need be, anyone you know.

Ok, first attempt, please, give me some feedback on the Blog, or if you even have a question, shoot it out there. I'll be around.

July 22, 2008

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

12:31 PM

It was around 9:00am when I got a call from my employer Larry Dodson, of Desert Valley Installations to go to the address he gave me in Cathedral City at Cathedral Canyon Country Club Condo's. Because Larry said it was a demo, I decided not to grab breakfast because I'd be done early enough for lunch afterward. He said he would meet me there with the drawings and details of the job along with the clients name and phone numbers. I got there at around 9:30am and a second employee of Larry's arrived, Orlando. He was told by Larry to give me a hand on the demolition of the cabinetry and counter tops of the kitchen and both bathrooms of the condo. Then I could start the next day by myself with the install of all bathroom and kitchen cabinets. I put on my work gloves and got stared. Since I was typically a cabinet installer and didn't do that many demo's, I noticed that in both the master and the guest bath that there were mirrors that needed to be removed before the counters or cabinets could be removed. I called Larry and asked him what he wanted Orlando and I to do about the mirrors. Larry asked how secured they seemed to be and I told him that they were pretty loose actually. and the only sure thing holding the mirrors in place were clips at the tops of the mirrors and then they were resting in a metal track that rested on the top of the back splash of the counter tops. Then the metal track was screwed to the walls. Since they didn't appear to be too secured to the walls with Mastic, Larry told Orlando and I to go ahead and remove the mirrors ourselves and then keep going with the rest, counter tops, cabinets, appliances, fixtures, etc. I asked Orlando to start working on the kitchen counters and cabinets and I would start removing the mirrors. I told him to give me a yell if he needed a hand and I would do the same. I got a couple of mirrors down and then I needed Orlando to help remove a couple because of their size. While we were working on one of the master bath mirrors, all we had to remove it were pry bars and hammers. I remember one of the mirrors had a big piece of the corner snapped off. I had other mirrors leaning against one wall in the master bedroom and when Orlando came to help me with the bigger ones, we leaned those against the same wall. Once all of the mirrors were down, Orlando helped me carry down the larger mirrors and then I took the rest of the smaller mirrors downstairs to the utility trailer. I had already carried down 3 or 4 mirrors alone and one of the last of them, about 3 feet square, with the top left corner broken away, went so smoothly going through the condo, out onto the 2nd floor landing, down 2 flights of "L" shaped stairs, passed some overgrown shrubbery, and an uneven sidewalk to get to the trailer. When I would get to the trailer I reached up to "walk" the mirror down low enough so it wouldn't hit the top of the trailer as I carried it in and leaned it against the side with the others. On this last one, I took my left hand to reach up and walk the mirror down. Well that was the mirror that was broken in the top left corner, so when I reached up, there was nothing there. I looked up when I felt nothing there and saw the razor sharp edge slide into my forearm. As it was cutting me I immediately let go with my right hand to let the mirror fall to the ground. This was at approximately 12:30-12:45pm and the mirror went down to the bone in my forearm. As soon as my right hand was free, I slapped it over the cut in my arm and yelled up to the condo "call 911, call 911". Orlando came out onto the stairs with his phone in his hand and the emergency operator on the line. Orlando wasn't sure of the address so I gave it to him to repeat to the operator. Then Orlando came over to me asking what happened and then another guy, possibly a landscaper for the condos came over to try and help. Then some other guy in what I think was a A/C service van pulled up. I kept tell the three guys to tie my arm off, with anything, tie my arm off. The guy from the van took a produce bag out of the van and tried to stretch it to make it longer but it kept breaking. So I just kept my right hand over it, bleeding.I had moved to 2 different spots while standing up and after about 5 or 10 minutes, the guys helped me get to some shade and laid me down on my back. They raised my legs to help keep me from going into shock, I almost felt as though they were hanging me up to bleed me out like a deer because it seemed like I started to bleed even more. What seemed to be already another 10-15 minutes, a fire truck and an ambulance pulled into the parking lot, but it looked like the kept going on past. After seeing them go past, it took another couple of minutes for the medics to get to me. Even then, when I looked for them over to my right I finally saw a medic approaching. On one hand I was relieved, but when I saw this guy, he was just strolling, not in any kind of a hurry, none of them were. I was getting pissed, I was thinking "you guys are suppose to save lives and your walking at a leisurely pace". This guys gets to me and tells me to remove my right hand from my left forearm. I told him he needed to get some gauze, towels, something because I was bleeding really bad. He told me to move my hand because it wasn't that bad. How the hell did he know, I've been bleeding from a main artery for nearly 25 minute's. Rather than argue, I pulled my right hand away. Then this "medic" yelled to the other medics to get him some towels and gauze. I even heard someone say "we've got a pumper", but then I was wrong about the medic not being ready to handle the amount of blood I was losing. I think there is a period of time and some things that went on that I don't recall. Then I get put on a gurney and loaded into the ambulance. One of the medics and a firm hold on my forearm with some gauze over the cut and another medic was trying to get a second IV into my right leg. I noticed that there was one in my right arm already so I asked the medic holding my arm what was going on and he told me that I was losing a lot of blood and they wanted to get more fluids in me. The problem was that this other medic at my feet couldn't hit a vein because they were collapsing. So he was told to stop and to do other things. I just laid there getting tired, more and more tired. After what seemed to be about 15-20 minutes we arrived at Desert Regional Hospital. When I was rolled into the ER, I was met by a male ER nurse, a female reception nurse and a doctor that said he was a neuro surgeon (names I don't recall). These people took my personal property, my cell phone and I gave the reception nurse my daughters phone number and her speed dial number from my phone. During this someone took my blood pressure, temperature, asked me how I got hurt, I explained what happened. They asked me how I was feeling, I told them I felt fine, except that I was getting tired, and wanted to just close my eyes and go to sleep. This doctor in the white coat was working on my arm and moving around the room while all this other stuff was going on and I heard him ask someone where a certain type of clamp was. I heard him ask again and not get a response from anyone. When I heard the doctor raise his voice in panic to whoever heard him for where this clamp was, then I started to get concerned, otherwise I was being quite patient and calm during the whole thing, until then. My arm got wrapped up, I received 2 blood transfusions and got my blood pressure stable and was feeling better. But still tired. The doctor got the clamp he was looking for I guess and did what was needed with it. At some point I had to sign a paper for them to give me blood. Then I was able to use my cell phone and make a few calls to get my son and daughter down there. After they got there and my best friend Dave, I asked the male nurse if I could get something to eat, he told me that I couldn't have anything in case they were to operate. Okay, I'll buy that, but what about some ice chips? Nope, no water, no ice chips, nothing. The only reason I was given was because they may operate on me as soon as I got to another hospital and they didn't want ANYTHING in my stomach. I'm still pretty much out of it as far as comprehension. I heard someone telling me and my kids that they were going to have to transport me to another hospital that can do the surgery on my arm. From what I was told is that they called 3 or 4 hospitals and nobody had either a bed or a doctor that could do the surgery. But they said that they were sending me to County General in Los Angeles. What I couldn't understand is, why were they sending me to a county hospital when my employers insurance company is one of the largest in the world. It didn't make sense. So later that day, around 10:00pm, I was loaded into another ambulance with 3 medics to make my trip to LA. And still I have had no food, no water, no ice. Nothing since before the accident. -

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The Beginning; Changes, Am I Who I Am Supposed To Be

July 22, 2008

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

12:31 PM

It was around 9:00am when I got a call from my employer Larry Dodson, of Desert Valley Installations to go to the address he gave me in Cathedral City at Cathedral Canyon Country Club Condo's. Because Larry said it was a demo, I decided not to grab breakfast because I'd be done early enough for lunch afterward. He said he would meet me there with the drawings and details of the job along with the clients name and phone numbers. I got there at around 9:30am and a second employee of Larry's arrived, Orlando. He was told by Larry to give me a hand on the demolition of the cabinetry and counter tops of the kitchen and both bathrooms of the condo. Then I could start the next day by myself with the install of all bathroom and kitchen cabinets. I put on my work gloves and got stared. Since I was typically a cabinet installer and didn't do that many demo's, I noticed that in both the master and the guest bath that there were mirrors that needed to be removed before the counters or cabinets could be removed. I called Larry and asked him what he wanted Orlando and I to do about the mirrors. Larry asked how secured they seemed to be and I told him that they were pretty loose actually. and the only sure thing holding the mirrors in place were clips at the tops of the mirrors and then they were resting in a metal track that rested on the top of the back splash of the counter tops. Then the metal track was screwed to the walls. Since they didn't appear to be too secured to the walls with Mastic, Larry told Orlando and I to go ahead and remove the mirrors ourselves and then keep going with the rest, counter tops, cabinets, appliances, fixtures, etc. I asked Orlando to start working on the kitchen counters and cabinets and I would start removing the mirrors. I told him to give me a yell if he needed a hand and I would do the same. I got a couple of mirrors down and then I needed Orlando to help remove a couple because of their size. While we were working on one of the master bath mirrors, all we had to remove it were pry bars and hammers. I remember one of the mirrors had a big piece of the corner snapped off. I had other mirrors leaning against one wall in the master bedroom and when Orlando came to help me with the bigger ones, we leaned those against the same wall. Once all of the mirrors were down, Orlando helped me carry down the larger mirrors and then I took the rest of the smaller mirrors downstairs to the utility trailer. I had already carried down 3 or 4 mirrors alone and one of the last of them, about 3 feet square, with the top left corner broken away, went so smoothly going through the condo, out onto the 2nd floor landing, down 2 flights of "L" shaped stairs, passed some overgrown shrubbery, and an uneven sidewalk to get to the trailer. When I would get to the trailer I reached up to "walk" the mirror down low enough so it wouldn't hit the top of the trailer as I carried it in and leaned it against the side with the others. On this last one, I took my left hand to reach up and walk the mirror down. Well that was the mirror that was broken in the top left corner, so when I reached up, there was nothing there. I looked up when I felt nothing there and saw the razor sharp edge slide into my forearm. As it was cutting me I immediately let go with my right hand to let the mirror fall to the ground. This was at approximately 12:30-12:45pm and the mirror went down to the bone in my forearm. As soon as my right hand was free, I slapped it over the cut in my arm and yelled up to the condo "call 911, call 911". Orlando came out onto the stairs with his phone in his hand and the emergency operator on the line. Orlando wasn't sure of the address so I gave it to him to repeat to the operator. Then Orlando came over to me asking what happened and then another guy, possibly a landscaper for the condos came over to try and help. Then some other guy in what I think was a A/C service van pulled up. I kept tell the three guys to tie my arm off, with anything, tie my arm off. The guy from the van took a produce bag out of the van and tried to stretch it to make it longer but it kept breaking. So I just kept my right hand over it, bleeding.I had moved to 2 different spots while standing up and after about 5 or 10 minutes, the guys helped me get to some shade and laid me down on my back. They raised my legs to help keep me from going into shock, I almost felt as though they were hanging me up to bleed me out like a deer because it seemed like I started to bleed even more. What seemed to be already another 10-15 minutes, a fire truck and an ambulance pulled into the parking lot, but it looked like the kept going on past. After seeing them go past, it took another couple of minutes for the medics to get to me. Even then, when I looked for them over to my right I finally saw a medic approaching. On one hand I was relieved, but when I saw this guy, he was just strolling, not in any kind of a hurry, none of them were. I was getting pissed, I was thinking "you guys are suppose to save lives and your walking at a leisurely pace". This guys gets to me and tells me to remove my right hand from my left forearm. I told him he needed to get some gauze, towels, something because I was bleeding really bad. He told me to move my hand because it wasn't that bad. How the hell did he know, I've been bleeding from a main artery for nearly 25 minute's. Rather than argue, I pulled my right hand away. Then this "medic" yelled to the other medics to get him some towels and gauze. I even heard someone say "we've got a pumper", but then I was wrong about the medic not being ready to handle the amount of blood I was losing. I think there is a period of time and some things that went on that I don't recall. Then I get put on a gurney and loaded into the ambulance. One of the medics and a firm hold on my forearm with some gauze over the cut and another medic was trying to get a second IV into my right leg. I noticed that there was one in my right arm already so I asked the medic holding my arm what was going on and he told me that I was losing a lot of blood and they wanted to get more fluids in me. The problem was that this other medic at my feet couldn't hit a vein because they were collapsing. So he was told to stop and to do other things. I just laid there getting tired, more and more tired. After what seemed to be about 15-20 minutes we arrived at Desert Regional Hospital. When I was rolled into the ER, I was met by a male ER nurse, a female reception nurse and a doctor that said he was a neuro surgeon (names I don't recall). These people took my personal property, my cell phone and I gave the reception nurse my daughters phone number and her speed dial number from my phone. During this someone took my blood pressure, temperature, asked me how I got hurt, I explained what happened. They asked me how I was feeling, I told them I felt fine, except that I was getting tired, and wanted to just close my eyes and go to sleep. This doctor in the white coat was working on my arm and moving around the room while all this other stuff was going on and I heard him ask someone where a certain type of clamp was. I heard him ask again and not get a response from anyone. When I heard the doctor raise his voice in panic to whoever heard him for where this clamp was, then I started to get concerned, otherwise I was being quite patient and calm during the whole thing, until then. My arm got wrapped up, I received 2 blood transfusions and got my blood pressure stable and was feeling better. But still tired. The doctor got the clamp he was looking for I guess and did what was needed with it. At some point I had to sign a paper for them to give me blood. Then I was able to use my cell phone and make a few calls to get my son and daughter down there. After they got there and my best friend Dave, I asked the male nurse if I could get something to eat, he told me that I couldn't have anything in case they were to operate. Okay, I'll buy that, but what about some ice chips? Nope, no water, no ice chips, nothing. The only reason I was given was because they may operate on me as soon as I got to another hospital and they didn't want ANYTHING in my stomach. I'm still pretty much out of it as far as comprehension. I heard someone telling me and my kids that they were going to have to transport me to another hospital that can do the surgery on my arm. From what I was told is that they called 3 or 4 hospitals and nobody had either a bed or a doctor that could do the surgery. But they said that they were sending me to County General in Los Angeles. What I couldn't understand is, why were they sending me to a county hospital when my employers insurance company is one of the largest in the world. And on top of that, my employer himself was there, with all the information needed and i still get treated like shit. It didn't make sense. So later that day, around 10:00pm, I was loaded into another ambulance with 3 medics to make my trip to LA. And still I have had no food, no water, no ice. Nothing since before the accident.  - 

This is what my arm looked like after they got my arm stable.  The E.R.  Doctor had stopped the Ulnar Artery  from bleeding and that was all they did and wrapped it up.
Aside from actually cleaning up my hand after I took the photo, and this bandaging stayed on my arm until approximately 4:30 am on the next day
At this point, all I can do is move my thumb, and if I remember, it was  just up on the first knuckle. I could turn my wrist, so that was good. sure looked like hell from this point, and that is exactly where I've been.

I hope that no person, or even their household pet, never has to go through what i have gone through.
Additional photos are going to be posted, but at the right time

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Playing the Waiting Game

Fri, Nov 26, 2010

12:24 AM

Well this I didn't expect. About 15 min's ago, I felt this surge from the implant all across my left shoulder, just barely for a split second. Almost as if somebody had just touched two wires together to create a spark. It happened a couples more times again before I actually got laid down for bed. I laid there stressing and worried that I might get zapped in my sleep and freak the shit out of me. It's bad enough I barely get any sleep because of the pain, now I've got to be worried about a sudden burst of shock therapy in the middle of my sleep.

11/26/2010 3:28 PM

I got up this morning and wasn't doing too good. I am having such an increase in pain in my hand and it's radiating outward into my wrist and forearm. The crushing sensation is coming back, full force. When I came out to the kitchen, I asked my Pops if was ready, then I was, and he knew what I was referring to, a trip to the hospitals urgent care. I was not only having the pain in my hand and arm, my battery implant is causing a lot of pain just to the touch on and around the surface of where it's at in my cheek. I was also having some chest pains and I had no idea what was causing that.

My Pops and I went to the ER (urgent care) at the hospital and while sitting there at registration, my chest pains started to get worse and as I reacted to it, the check-in nurse got me a wheelchair and rolled me right in, even though the lobby was pretty full of people. Well once in a room, they got my blood pressure, and ran an EKG. Everything came back fairly good, I just checked my blood pressure and it was 140/90 with a pulse of 77, not sure exactly how that rates to what it was this morning or when they took it at the hospital.

You know, I can't stand it when stupid people become doctors or something and you would normally figure they should be kinda smart. For example, I had already made mention to the nurses and the doctor at the hospital when I was rolled into the back with chest pains that I didn't want them or expect them to DO anything with my implant or the wires that run from my neck to my ass. I just wanted x-rays to determine if there was a problem that they might be able to SEE with the wires or the battery. I had only one concern; was there a broken wire; was the battery going to leak BATTERY ACID inside me if the wire lead came out when I tried to clip my toenails. But my point is that time and time again the doctor and a nurse or two repeated they couldn't do anything to the implant. And I kept telling them, "I don't want you to touch the implant or the wires, I want you to use the x-ray's to see if there was a visible problem. I explained a few times that all of a sudden, the unit seem to have surged on Monday and then started acting like it was shorting out and then on Wednesday evening it quit all together except for setting #4 which is now only sending signals to my left shoulder and up my neck to the left side of my skull.

I sent a text to my nursing rep (Melissa) for the Stim Implant and we scheduled an appointment for Monday to see if she can reset the unit and reprogram it. I hope that is all it will take to get it going. We already have to have another surgery on my implant in my neck, it go placed just a little bit too far left and it's causing it too effect different parts of my arm and even making my left leg tingles quite a bit. It doesn't feel bad, I'm just not supposed to be feeling it there.

Oh, I did forget to mention, the ER doctor did give me a prescription for Fentanyl 25mcg's Patches. I also need to remember to put it in my Google Health page. Well maybe now it will effect me better than the last time. I've never taken the 25's, that I can remember anyway. I know I've taken the 75's and the 100's. They didn't do anything that I noticed. The pain in my hand didn't change by using the 100's, all I know is if I do stop taking the pain medication, the crushing pain and the sharp shooting pain gets more intense.

11/26/2010 11:33 PM

Well, I just looked at this and I'm thinking I like this. I'll just keep it open throughout the day and add whatever I want throughout the day, hmm.

Oh, I may have mentioned it but I'm kind of excited about it, I dropped off this piece of artwork for my daughters birthday next week. I would love to post it for all to see but it'll have to wait until I get it to her on Tuesday. So everyone, go into facebook and wish my beautiful daughter a very happy 25th birthday

Coming Up A Little Short On Turkey Day

Thur, Nov 25, 2010

Thursday, November 25, 2010

4:14 PM

Good afternoon, and happy thanksgiving. I do hope you all enjoyed  yourselves with as many friends and family you can round up. Ni was going to spend it with some great friends and my beautiful daughter. Well, I don't know if you were able to read what I've posted so far. But I also remembered what was going on the other day. I think it was Monday, I was sitting at my desk and pulled out the waste basket and began trimming my toe nails. When I went to take care of my left foot, I rested it on my tv stand. As I was leaning forward I could feel some pulling in my back. It sort of felt good stretching but then at one point I felt my stimulator implant start to increase it's intensity. So much so that I had to shut it off completely for it to reset. Even after that it wasn't right. I got it set to a decent frequency and then it just started jumping, like there was a short in it. . The way it was acting the other day, I just hope the battery doesn't have a problem right now, like maybe a leak from the wire.

7:59 PM

Well I just finished with my turkey dinner. It was pretty actually. I'm a little surprised too actually. But that is beside the point. My hand is starting to hurt worse. Well not worse than ever but worse that it had in a long time. The crushing sensation is getting worse. The whole reason for the Stimulator Implant was because the meds they have been giving me were not working for shit. I had only had the implant for less than 60 days and the damn thing shorts out on me.

It has been 2 1/2 hours since I began writing this. Hopefully I'll have it finished by Christmas, just kidding. I'm going to wrap this up soon.

All righty then, it is now after 11:06.  I hope you all had a wonderful day. I'm going to bed and watch Leno till I drop off.

I'll catch up with y'all later, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening

My Love and Well Wishes To All of You and Your Families

Kip

Wed, Nov 24, 2010

Wed, Nov 24, 2010

11:50 PM

Hey guys. I hope you had a good Thanksgiving Eve. Mine was not quite like what I had planned. But it worked out with a huge meal at this restaurant called Cross Roads  out here. I just wish they had food that would meet the quality of something you see on the Food Network and not the Science Channel, lol. It's alright, it's basic comfort food, nothing over the top special.

You know, when your kids are at the age of dating, you want them first and foremost to be happy. Then everything else comes second. The same thing goes for your folks too. My Pops for example is happy. I just hope he keeps his wits about him. I was told through the rumor mill how this women is looking for a sugar daddy and my Pops was her target. This was before my dad's current wife (my stepmom traditionally) passed away from several aliment's that she has been suffering from for the pas 20 or more years. So yeah, all of a sudden, she appears in my dad's life and even helped out with his dying wife. She died last May 30th and this woman is even more so in my dad's life. I just hope she doesn't think that she is getting put on any of the property or any other inheritance. I wish somebody had smacked me up side the head or shot me with a Taser to open my eyes before I married my 3rd wife. And seeing as how my Pops has got a Taser, I may have to take matters into my own hand. He did tell me that  "if anything happened down the road" she would be subject to a pre-nup. I hope she just doesn't expect too much. Anyway, my Pops is happy.

Oh yeah, back to my point, rather my day. Sorry, had to get you some background. Oh, I'll refer to her as Debbie, common name. so anyway, I could bring up a few other things but I'll hold off. Today, she was just very annoying.

Lol, that was an awful lot of typing and I didn't get to where I was going with it. Too many interruptions and I completely forgot where I was going with that.

Ok, I've also got some good news and bad news, I promise, it'll be a sight more brief than my last topic of the day. Well I have this buddy of mine that owns a tattoo and art gallery and I wanted him to do some matting for a picture I did for my daughters birthday, and yes honey, if your reading this, stop now and just wait until after next week to catch up on this. So here's the thing, I stopped by Wades shop and dropped off the artwork and he was excited about having the piece to work on. Then I took my Pops car down to the drive thru car wash and got it washed. Then I pulled over and pulled a few towels out of the trunk to dry it off.  While I was just wiping off my dad's car, something happened to my stimulator implant. It just quit working. I got back home and tried to turn on the implant and it wouldn't come on. I have 4 settings on the thing and I've only got one working. I knew something was wrong the other day. I was sitting in my desk chair, I bent over to clip my toe nails and I didn't notice it then, but the stretching I was doing then and later when I went to put on my socks and shoes felt so good, but then too I noticed it sort of jumping, like shorting out. Well now I think it's shorted out, out of the 4 settings, only one is working now. And it's one that I'm not thrilled with, the thing doesn't take all the pain and mask it anyway. They are suppose to be doing another surgery, now I don't know what they're going to have to do.

Alright, it's 2:00 in the morning. I'm taking a couple sleeping pills and my meds and hopefully I can get some rest.

Love and peace to all of you and happy Turkey Day. 

Another Day of Strength and Endurance, Physically and Emotionally

Wed, Nov 24, 2010

10:08 AM

Good Morning,

Ok, it's mid-morning, early afternoon. Well I hope everyone is doing good and have gone through all your training rituals to get ready for the feast that will lie before you tomorrow. Remember the belt that is fairly adjustable or maybe you found a clothing line of sweatpants that looks "classy" enough to go out to a family's for this holiday dinner

Well for me, I'm going to go to Palm Desert, CA to have Turkey with my Daughter, Adam, my buddy Dave and his famliy, Erika and the kids and I'm not sure who else.

Oh crap, I just remembered, I was suppose to go have a pre-turkey dinner at Huyens. Honey I am so sorry, I'll call/text you here in a while.

If you don't know her, she is an awesome women. She has been there for me a lot over the last couple of years, just an amazing friend. Again, I'm very sorry sweetie.

Well I woke up this morning after another rough night of sleep. I'm trying to back off of my sleeping pills, not the regular script, but the extras left over, individually, the Lunesta's didn't work, but I've been taking about 2 or 3 extra, on top of my regular dose. But I'm still not sleeping for shit.

Yesterday I had to get out of the house. I haven't really worn anything other than my sandals (flip flops) because I cannot tie my laces on my tennis shoes. I also have a hard time putting on a pair of socks too, one handed, they get sort of twisted and don't feel right at first. Then I have to put on my t-shoes, I keep the laces on them tied just loose enough to slip my foot in. Even though they feel a little loose, they do stay on.

I think it was the first time since my implant surgery that I even put t-shoes on, but I had to bend over to put on my socks and pull my shoes on. When I did that, I was still running the Stim Implant and when I bent way over, it felt good to stretch and then I felt this sort of surge from the unit but only in my shoulder, but it got really bad. It seems like it completely changed the setting of the unit because I could barely stand the pulse it was giving me. It was so intermittent, I think something is really wrong with it. Even this morning just sitting here, the sensation was really only in my shoulder, couldn't feel anything down to my hand. But too it would just jump with the pulse, It's hard to describe I guess. But it just feels weird now. I've got to try and remember which "Melissa" in my phone is the rep for the unit. One way or another they need to know that something is wrong. Seeing as it's a holiday, may not be able to get them on this til next week anyway. I just got out of the shower, turned the unit back on and it's making typing even harder to do with my left hand. It's sort of jumping in my shoulder but I still have to til my head to get more effect from it. God dam, it's giving me a headache or something is, shit. I either endure the crushing pain in my hand or the headaches, either way this sucks.

Well I'm out for now, running up to Havasu to see if the motorcycle shop has my new gloves yet.

See you all later.

Love you all

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11/23/10
Hi, well hopefully you might be up to speed with me from my postings from the "Windows Live Writer" blog site. I had received an email from the site saying they were shutting down or changing or something. It was last week I think but i don't remember too much of the details, all I remember is that as soon as I saw they weren't sticking around, I knew I had to find another site. I had seen this site logo sometime ago but I just never checked it out. But from what I'm seeing, I should have come straight to this site. The features are looking pretty cool. I picked the theme that looks like a Library because of  one of my mildest dreams of having a wall shelving filled as full as fitting to good all of the books I've read in hardback. I have a small collection now that I had just recently started. I love the thought of the bindings to be unbroken. So far so good.
Anyway, seeing as how I am starting a new blog, I'm not sure if I should just rewrite what has happened to me over the last couple of years or just copy and paste from the other site. It is now  almost 6:30pm. I'll use tonight to think about it.
But I am going to start from here on. 
You really want to get a feel for whats taken place over the last  almost 2 1/2 years, so check with me sometime tomorrow.
Or, just keep up with me, but I hope at least here, as it says, you can comment or ask questions where it wasn't working on the other site.

p.s. I thought this was posted yesterday, (today is the 24th), my bad. But anyway, here we go.