My Motorcycle Injuries

I received diabetes as a late gift from my motorcycle accident. My pancreas was somehow hurt during the accident and it triggered diabetes. I was sick for a couple of years and finally figured it out. I discovered that it was far worse than I had thought when I was examined by an endocrinologist, but over time things stabilized and now it's a matter of daily maintenance. It takes some personal discipline, but things are very much under control. I know this man who was diagnosed with diabetes a little later in life. He believes that diabetes can be "cured" and he has, on several occasions, told me that he has beaten diabetes. He honestly believes that he can somehow rid himself of this disease, and he has attempted to teach me how to do it from time to time. I only see him every few years, but the last time that I spoke to him a few months ago he started his first sentence after saying "hello" by stating that he had beaten diabetes. I gave him a very polite ...

Yes, that's another photo of my arm. Narcissistic, isn't it? I took that photo a few days ago while having a CT Scan taken of my chest. It's an annual ritual for me and this photo involves the IV needed for the tracer scan that they pump into my body for the procedure. I think that it's radioactive, but I never fully read the warnings that they make me sign before the appointment. Blissful peace of mind until it kills me, right? The story related to this procedure is a little whacky. My aorta ruptured near my heart due to the force of impact during the accident. Something in my circulatory system landed in the hole and caused the internal bleeding to minimize. That same "thing" either disolved or moved along when they installed the stent and didn't cause me any further problems. Consequently, the staff at the original cardiologist's office called me "the miracle man". Life's a freak show. My current cardiologist insists on having my chest...

So...I've been belly-aching in the past few blog entries about my knee. I thought that it was getting ready to fall apart because of some very unusual pain that I've been experiencing but, yeah, it's gone now. I don't know how or why, but it came and went. I still have the "usual" pain and discomfort in my knee, but the funky stuff that I was feeling for several weeks has faded. Conseq uently,  I've been duped by my body again. These things that occur with the various injury locations related to the motorcycle accident really can be an annoyance. The constant changes within the various injury loctions on my body leave me a little leery concerning the coming years and all of the things that I will probably have to endure. I remember a Twilight Zone episode where an older couple went to a futuristic company for the sake of body transplants. They ultimately chose to remain old and live out the remainder of their lives together. Hmm, I'm wondering which wa...

Yesterday I spent the majority of my time watching my niece because of a sick day from school. My knee wasn't feeling its best, but I took her to the grocery store in order to buy her a snack. As I strolled through the aisles with her riding in a shopping cart, I ran through a few of those aisles while pushing the cart because it's something that she has always loved to do. My knee hadn't been feeling well before this, but a few hours later it began to feel really loose. I've mentioned this problem with my knee in previous blog posts, but it feels as though my leg is going to separate into two pieces at the middle. Weird. I can't simply blame it on the grocery store activity because I've had it happen while simply walking a very short distance at a fairly slow pace. The feeling went away overnight and I only feel the normal pain and discomfort today, so yay for me. One of the annoying things about my motorcycle accident injuries is the uncertainties that they pr...

I allowed the landscaped area in front of my house to become unkept during the winter months. I mean, why bother, right? Yesterday I began the process of getting things right and got to work on gardening in a serious way. I'm not certain how much time I put in, but I finished for the day by the middle of the afternoon. There is still plenty of work left for me and I plan to finish the work either tomorrow or Friday. This morning I awoke and felt some soreness and aches. Nothing intense at all, but I really don't feel that yesterday's labor warrants today's discomfort. As I type this blog entry I find myself wishing that I could blame my accident injuries for today's discomfort, but the truth is that none of my accident injury "locations" are very much sore. It's the rest of me that feels discomfort. So...this all has made me stop to think a little. What I think is that I'm becoming an old dude. It leaves me wondering how my body will handle all of ...

  Every once in a while something is said to me that sets my mind in a direction that leaves me a little surprised at my thought process. This afternoon I was at a family birthday function and my daughter got into a conversation with me about tomorrow's church services. She wasn't sure if the building would be cold or hot, so she asked me about the weather forecast in order to dress properly. She was trying to figure out what she would be wearing because she plays the piano and there are a lot of lights that generate heat in the area where she plays. Consequently, it gets hotter up there than the majority of the auditorium. In response I told her that I'm never hot in the church building, even while I'm belting out a sermon. Before the accident I never got cold during any part of the day, but since the accident I'm often cold to the point of serious discomfort. Because of this she asked me if I didn't feel hot during the church services "even before the acc...

  Today I went to the church property for a while in order to get a few things done. As I was trimming a couple of trees that were begining to grow into the dumpster area, I realized that several of the branches were too high for me to reach. I then pushed the dumpster closer to them and used it to climb up on a wall that encloses the space. As I stood on the wall trimming a few brances I briefly considered the fact that I had just climbed onto a dumpster and then jumped onto a wall. I finished the work and climbed down without killing myself, so yay.  In contrast, I'm home now and ten minutes ago I limped when I first stood up because I had been sitting too long. I also had a hard time using my hand because I held my cellphone in one position too long while looking at some photos. I mean, really? I sometimes have a hard time believing the things that I go through. I'm Joe Athlete one minute, and Myron Invalid the next. None of it makes sense to me. I feel like an enigma wrapp...