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What happened to 2013? It whizzed by

When I die I'll go to heaven

I grew up in the sixties and was in school during the Vietnam war I'll never forget the one day arriving at elementary school and seeing a jacket on an older guy he was possibly twenty, it was a silky looking jacket and on the back it said,"when I die I'll  go to heaven cause I've spent my time in hell." I'm sure the jacket was picked up during his tour fighting in the Vietnam war and even though I'm 57 now and living in Ohio     I'm looking for a souvenir stand or someplace to get a jacket of my own I've found hell doesn't require travel, maybe a little travel but not as far as you would think.

Soup's on

The piles of ridiculousness seem to be getting more than anyone can bear, especially me.
The insanity of this situation is causing me to become like feces with a face.

Not to ethereal sally

She was a big girl a mean girl the type of girl who enjoyed fishing just to bait the hook with worms and purposely make the worms guts drip on her hands and if she was feeling especially nasty, from the corner of her mouth although since fish-hooks are barbed  and Sally did enjoy the challenge and the taste of worm she saved this for holidays but that was before she met Carl. Carl was the quiet type the shy type, the kind of guy that would take in a stray dog. Although little did Sally know Carl was picking up hitch-hiker's and forcibly making them play scrabble  or at times Yahtzee knowing that Sally was a renowned cheater at board games and a horrible fisherman.


Carl wasn't much for hygiene, when he was younger I'm sure he had braces so he had a beautiful set of teeth the kind of teeth you only see in magazines and at the movies but despite Carl's good teeth he always smelled like diesel fuel and cooked cabbage.

But Sally didn't mind, months maybe even weeks before she had applied for a career driving the "big rigs", simply so she could smell diesel, diesel fuel  and exhaust, and Carl.

Ohio st(football) -v-Miami a&m-sat. 12:00-2013

 We were all on skype;It really wasn't much of game especially since the final score was 72-0 although my mother,sister's Betsy and Barbie watched some of the game, while chatting and watching the game with my brother brad who lives in Singapore. Brad had his wife(Joan who was in the Philapine's) on Skype since their baby's in the hospital with pneumonia. It's fair to say this technology has improved our lives, so beam me up,Scotty.

1979 II

Post accident I weighed around 130lbs and was looking like a holocaust survivor although Dodd Hall was a good experience preparing me for the handicap lifestyle and even though I now couldn't walk, i had noticeable slurred speech(talk about a bad singer),double vision, and a slight case of paralysis in all these years I've never felt disabled, although while at Dodd hall and for a short time afterwards I used a wheel-chair and they're very restricting now I use a cane and rely on bouncing off the walls, furniture and at times floor but being a professional handicapped dude over the years I've learned from my mistakes so I rarely "bite" the floor although in my earlier "handicap" days falling was part of my daily routine but nothing to serious that is if you don't consider falling down stairs, cracking my head more than once, falling from a 3 wheeled bicycle, falling into a fire when I was simply walking by(I burned my left arm horribly) but that was years ago.

Following the hospital and Dodd hall I returned home, my parents home, where my mother, father, and two sister's lived and began my life as a handicapped dude. I always loved that house located in a small farming community in central Ohio and even though things have changed like me becoming disabled living there made life just a little easier but I was consumed with becoming "ME" again the pre-accident me(and I had a long row to hoe).

I began by excersising, watching television every commercial break doing push-up, set-ups, or curls with a dumb-bell and although it's been more than thirty years ago I can still remember some of the episodes of Mash and Mary Tyler Moore, at the time they were my favorite. And along with tv and excersising I ate, ate, and ate some more.

I eventually was doing something like 500 push-ups a day(that was years ago i hate to see what
would happen if i even attempted that now)along with various other exercises coupled with excessive eating I weighed slighted over 200lbs but I was still disabled(no fat just disabled).

I eventually lost the extra weight but had to learn to live independently on social security which is hard in today's economy.

1979

In 1979 I was 23 I am older and I've practically lived my life I'm now married with children and even grand-children(unless i live to be 100 and that would be fine by me)or I'm in the process of living it, I can still remember waking up in the hospital after a 3 week drug- induced coma to my dad saying,"you were in a car wreck" he may have said something else but that was over thirty years ago and I've forgotten. The thing is when i did wake up or come around I felt confused, fine but confused(twilight zone fine).

While I was in the drug-induced coma I was given a four percent chance of survival but I wouldn't listen, it's weird a four percent chance and not one scratch(from the accident that is). And by the way I guess I should say I rolled a jeep several times, the jeep was totaled а new jeep that the warranty was still in effect for and it was absolutely totaled. When I was lying in my hospital bed someone showed me a picture of it and it was definitely a wreck but like I was saying that was well over thirty years ago and I'm still here.

I can still remember as I was probably lying in my bed thoroughly drugged up from the lingering effects of the drug-induced coma thinking "I have to use the bathroom," when I was living at home this was a procedure everyone does and I had done a billion times before but this time I collapsed
and wow was I ever shocked. I remember a nurse came rushing in worried that I might have injured myself and me thinking "what the hell" this must be some temporary thing but here I am like I said earlier some thirty-plus years later and I'm still wondering "what the hell."

After two funfilled months in the Ohio state university hospital I was unable to walk, double vision(which is very, very strange), partially paralyzed on my right side, attaxia(which slurs my speech and makes writing virtually impossible), and I can't play a musical instrument(of course I couldn't before my accident but now I have an excuse).

From osu hospital it was off to Dodd hall which is a rehabilitation facility affiliated with the hospital. At Dodd hall I made attempts to walk and at normalcy but apparently it didn't take(I suppose it did,somewhat). If nothing else I did meet quite a few people who were in the same shape as me and at that time I was starving and the food wasn't all that bad. I weighed around 170lbs. Pre accident,