Socialism is what gets me out of bed every day. If getting me out of bed was left up to the greedy pigs, I’d have no choice but to check into one of the nursing home chains they own, without possibility of parole.
When I was first injured back in the mid-2000s, I did not have enough finger dexterity to dial my cell phone well. Instead, I used a Motorola phone that allowed me to make calls by saying “abracadabra.” It was a lot like summoning Siri, only it kept mistakenly activating phone calls.
"There's a new kid at school and his dad is just like you."
"Hey Frank, You wanna sponsor me? I'm rolling in a 5k."
No one is ever ready for an unexpected trip to the ER, and as it happens, I ended up needing to head to the hospital after midnight one evening. I didn’t have time to bother getting dressed ...
So in cold weather I was spending an increasing amount of time hiding indoors. And I’m really susceptible to cabin fever, so that sucked big-time. Then I’d give myself the old blower pep talk.
Beached Wheel. I never thought I’d camp again after my injury. Eventually though, I hired my first male caregiver ...
I finally got my service dog! His name is Bernie and he's the best.
"I've been an EMT for 35 years and I've never done a desk extraction!"
"How's it looking?" "Not good."