what a story!! there are just so many ways to end up screwed - it's completely amazing. i tried your "my photos" link and the browser changed the f2 to a f1 and took me to MY yahoo photos. (i wondered how you got my pictures in your album).... dave
In a message dated 7/29/2004 3:36:27 PM US Mountain Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Hi Sky,
I do not have a site, but here is a link to some pictures I have posted at yahoo http://f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos. I do plan on building a site, but who knows when I'll get around to it. Every time I think I have some time, I get into something else. I have a hard time staying on track because I just go by moment a lot. I don't think that's a total bad quality.
The illness that got me is a type of encephalitis. It's called "Acute Disseminated Encephalomyelitis" It's inflammation of the brain and spinal cord. It hit me pretty fast. I was at a cookout with some buddies and about a week later came down with a pretty bad sinus infection that I blew off due to I have allergies and get a sinus infection every year so I thought I'd do as usual and self treat it. About a week after that I woke up with my back killing me so I went to the doctor later that day and he took x-rays and after accusing me for being on drugs since I looked so lethargic (I guess) told me I probably slept wrong. He gave me a muscle relaxer and sent me home with a script. I laid down on the couch when I got home and was in too much pain to get up, I decided to stay where I was. In the morning my room mate went to fill the script and tried to get me up off of the couch and it wasn't going to happen so she ended up calling 911. I don't remember any of it. I just remember falling asleep on the couch and waking up to find I was in the hospital. I couldn't move a muscle including turning my head to see around the room. I also remember trying so hard to move my arms to see what the F..K was down my throat and tried like hell to move so I could pull it out. My Mom was there and I remember the nurses telling me the date and it was almost 3 weeks later. I waited tables here in Ocean City, MD and it's a pretty big tourist town. I remember being upset that I missed out on working Memorial weekend because it's pretty good money. (like that is the most important thing. LOL) Anyhow about a month later I started moving my arms and gradually got all my fine motor skills back in my arms and hands. I recovered to the T 7/8 level and that is where I stayed. There is damage to the cord and much atrophy. I'm pretty darn grateful because the prognosis was pretty grim from what I understand. The doctors told my Mom that if I survived it would be 6 months to a year before any signs of recovery and pretty much have to be taken care of for the rest of my life. They figured that I would have brain damage and all that fun stuff. I'm pretty lucky that I don't (well, no more than before). I spent a total of 8 months in the hospital with 6 months of it being therapy and after that I came to live on my own. I don't have a lot of family to count on so I worked my ass off to learn to take care of myself. (Not that anyone has worked any less than I did.) After fighting with HUD, I finally got rental assistance and live in a small house back in Ocean City. So there ya go, my story. Nothing fun like some others. I wish I had something to blame it on, but I don't so I deal. Either sit and be bummed out all the time or deal with it and live my life.
I am so glad to have you with us. It's like a breath of fresh air blowing around here since you joined. Funny thing. When I introduced myself I said I was 29, I just turned 30 on the 3rd and still telling people I am 29. It was purely an accident, promise!!!
Stacy
"True happiness lies not in everything you want, but rather enjoying everything you have"
The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny-- it is the light that guides your way." --Heraclitus
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