Well, after reading all the inspiritional shit that's been showin up here, I thought I'd give it a shot, a little humor & a reason to believe in God.
I guess it started 60 yrs ago, born in 1950 it's easy to remember B'days&age. I've been a bike nut since befor my first schwinn stingRay at 5yrs. Caught a ride hitch-hikin to the swimmin hole at flax pond on the rear of a t-100,&I was bit.
After mucho trouble & scraps durin 8yrs of nuns, I was sent to work&learn in Fla.at 14yrs,which happened to be the age for a restricted license(5hp limit). I was workin well in my Dad's greyhound kennel & was rewarded with a Cushman & new found freedom. It'd take a whole novel to tell ya'll about all the bikes since, you name it, I prob. had it.
Made it through the crazy 70's, rode around the country a couple times, then settled into a job with the local phone co,(GTE) to do my 30 yr sentence befor retirement.
Well, 25yrs into it my world exploded. Aug 1,2005 I had an anurism of the aiota, same thing that got John Ritter. Being loaded into the Med. van, the lights went out & my deceased mother put her hand on my shoulded, telling me me things would be alright. I had been worried who would get my just paid for house, bikes, truck, camaro, guitars, oh well. It happens very quick, 98% of the victims don't make it. I did, brought into the emer. room 8 min's D.O.A. they brought me back to life, repaired the blow-out with a steel valve as a connector & I came to a few days later in the most intence pain I had ever felt, hands tied to bed, tubes in my chest, tubes in my throat(sister morphine helped)only to find out that I had another anurism in the lower aiota & had to go to the
cleveland clinic for the specialist that reopened my chest zipper & reworked the aiota arch for the aiota repair to come. Havin been a serious smoker all my life (&befor testing took it outa the job site) I had done a number on my lungs(they had also collapsed), so my specialist Dr. decides that I prob. wouldn't live thru another anisthesia & has another specicialist that had just got back from australia perform some tricky shit never done the befor. I survived, continued smokin since all I did was sit around on disability & my lungs went to shit, oxygen full time, couldn't do anything, just hung out & napped. sold my 30yr old shovel, my silverado that I'd had for 20yrs & my camaro & bought the most boring GMC Jimmy. Life sucked, I was putting my 40 yr old thinline telecaster on e/bay, with my BluesKing. I found out last fall that I had some cancerous tumor in my bladder, that's what took my Dad the yr befor. So I go in for that surgery Jan 27,2010, but surgery is delayed for a few days to get me off blood thinner & get my lungs in shape first. After 3 days had the surgery, 3 days later, after steroids, hours of albuteral,ect. I was breathin the best I had in a few yrs. & thought I had weened the cigarettes. Nope, 2 weeks later I bum 1 cig., then bought a pack the next mornin, had one & threw rest to a local bum ($5 cig). next day I buy a pack & figure I'll just have one a day with coffee, sure.....that pack lasted 3 days.
Next mornin, I'm prayin to God to help me quit smokin, my deceased parents too, I had tears in my eyes src="http://bikersfunhouse.com/account/myitems/blog/edit/id_3967/images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" mce_src="./images/smilies/icon_cry.gif" I made a pot of coffee & while gettin the milk I saw some old stashed pot, figured I'd roll a skinny instead of a cig., I did, went to lola land, got STUPID !!! 2 TOKES i'M OUT, but I did notice a 1/2 smoked cig in ash tray, so I lit that up as my days cig...................
KA-BOOM, I had the oxygen hose in my nose. I'm scramblin alone tryin to put out the fire in the disappearing plastic hose. It was exciting.
I had a friend come by to check me out. Things looked ok,burnt, but ok. so I just chilled.
Next mornin I couldn't move, breathe, I was drowning on no air. Just leave me alone, I'll be ok. Besides I had an appt. with my cardiologiest the next mornin, which I had to cancel for 10am because I couldn'r move ,breathe ect. Made it there at 1pm & got sent directly to the hosp.(my bro was drivin).
They had a team already set up for me, they can't do much for the the 2 day old burns, but my 68 oxygen count is near death I'm told. So, they set up this big time breathin program, put a solution soaked cord rolled into my burnt nostril & proceed to day 4 (6 days lata). They bring me down for anisthesia & the camera down the throat to check out things, things looked good. While I'm out of it, they use a small high pressure nozzle to clean all the crap out of the burnt nostril. When I came to, I was pushin 99 on the oxygen, even after runnin out of oxygen on return trip to room, I was 95. They repacked my nose befor I went back, & I chilled.
That evenin (they work 12hr shifts,7-7) A new nurse, a big mean lookin one. I call her in that the cord is runnin outa my nose, shegonna fix-it. She grabs a Q-tip with a stick on the other end & proceeds to reinsert, it hurt, & I told her so. She attempts again, told her she hurt me, she said no she didn't, my buddy next to me said "no,she didn't". & that I should sit back, put my head on the pillow & she'll fix-it. 3rd time was the charm, SHE HURT ME, & I told her she wasn't touching me again, to get another nurse. She explodes & storms off. Her assistant has a pr. of scissors, so we just trim the end off. SHE LOST IT, says only a Dr or nurse can do that, I told her I'm a Dr. She really exploded !!!!!!!!
   Later that night, I'm on the phone with my nephew & have to hang up as the cord in my nose is falling into my throat, I notify Ms meanie & she says "no it's not,it can't do that", she doesn't show up, 20 min's later, it's really drippin in my nose, I call her, no show..

[ 10 min's later, I swallow the 20 in. packin-cord, got an end out my nose, other end stuck down my throat & I'm pukin in bed. I make it outside my door, next to the nurses desk on my knees turnin blue, a nurse calls CODE BLUE, all these blue coats show up & stand there lookin at me like cheap entertainment, when thru the crowd comes Ms Meanie, I had reached into my throat & had a loop of cord, but it was stuck in my lungs. She proceeds to just rip it out of my mouth, I scream in pain, floppin on the floor like a fish on the dock & she says she saved my life, I screamed that she's been tryin to kill me all night. She's highly pissed at me
My bud in the next bed says "she didn't hurt you" & we lost it, meanie had security come talk to us, it's 1am to shut up. My bud tells me how bad she prob feels, that her husband prob. just left her & her kids are takin advantage, so I figure it's time for a new story.
I tell everyone all day long (she left 7am) that's takin blood, givin drugs, testin me, whatever, that Maureen(ms meanie) came floatin thru all those blue coats standin around like Moses seperatin the water, ripped that cord outa my mouth & saved my life !!! That she ought to be commerated, have a plaque, a paid day off for savin my life'
She comes in at 7pm and is greeted by all as a HERO', ,,,,,& she loves me now too.
I got home from the hospital yesterday, feeling the best I've felt in 4 1/2 yrs. Dr says it's a miracle, that God did what he wished he could do to others, that the HOT FLAME cleaned out all the old scar tissue ect. that surgery never could. (can I sell the method???) I'm full of energy, my voice is boomin again. I may of missed another Daytona last week, but I can visit with bud's there anytime. & I know that I really have quit smokin finally, wouldn't you? I hold my deceased Mother responsible, 1 hr after prayin for help is when the shit hit the fan. My Dad never hit us, but my Mom beat the shit outaus at the drop of a hat, sooner even, yup, she wacked me !!!!!!!  yup, I'm back finally&feelin the best I've felt in 4yrs. !!!!       wing

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