Recent Pain Profile (Submitted to Official Electronic Medical Record)
In May 2014, I conferred with doctor Stevens regarding my chronic side pain and my prescriptions due to a change in what I’ll call my “pain profile.”
For a couple years now my pain profile has been that I have a chronic pain in my left side that is always present and when controlled with medications is a tolerable 4-5 / 10 on a pain scale. Additionally there are periods of intense pain that I refer to as 200 on a scale of 1-10. Continue reading “Pain Part Three (recent pain profile)”
A brief retelling of my history. I broke my neck in 1982. Five days before I turned 19. The result was quadriplegia.. paralysis in 4 limbs. Although the only effect in my left arm is the tiniest decrease in sensation, there is no such thing as a triplegia, so a quad I am. As far as this story goes, that’s not a big deal. I’ve gone so far as to tell people the accident and resulting disability are a GOOD thing, because the way I lived my life back then I surely would have ended up dead sooner or later by pushing the edge… the accident slowed me down. As it turns out now, that’s probably not true. Driving like a maniac, jumping off cliffs and diving into shallow pools with trees floating in them is nothing compared to the shit people do today. Extreme sports, jumping out of helicopters and flying next to cliffs in a suit designed to make you soar like a flying squirrel makes me look like a massive pussy! I wish I had the opportunity to do that stuff!
Describing what life has been like over the last thirty years is a rather overwhelming task and I’m struggling to find a way to break it up into manageable pieces. Please excuse the missteps I’m bound to make in the process.
Today my purpose is to explain how my world has shrunken down to a bed in a small room in a small house on a small street in Schenectady. “Skin Prison” refers to the body in which I reside. The vehicle I have improperly maintained over the years. Continue reading “Skin Prison (A Disability Post)”
Medical History (Part I… Part II is Skin Prison above)
There are a few reasons for posting this where anyone can see it. The easiest reason is that if I’m dying (again) in an ambulance or hospital Emergency Department and need the people charged with keeping me alive to know everything I only have to spit out a web address.
Another is: since I’m writing about my experiences this will give some kind of glimpse into walking a mile in my shoes (hahahaha)
Another is: this is a great time to be alive. To stay alive. To be thankful for till being alive to love and make stupid mistakes and maybe learn from them. I can’t believe I woke up this morning.
This is not pretty and there are people that should not click read more. I’ve left out more than I’ve put in and most of the bullets have such bigger stories. I’ll get to as many as I can, but only if they make me laugh.
Continue reading “Medical History, Part One”