For more than seven years, I have wintered in hospitals, rehabs and nursing homes. Loosing the legs, becoming a double amputee knife maker did not happen suddenly. The legs came off a bit at a time. There was also the heart attacks, septic shock, and organ failure. Combined, although I fought it, I have spent … [Read more…]
Still a bit stoned on morphine, cute techs, and bitching hot nurses. I got that inappropriate term from Dr. House. Got the morphine from doctor Doogie Howser. I kind of fell threw a deck. Got my prosthetic stuck. Was rescued by the fire department. In other words, typical uneventful day. I love writing and smoking … [Read more…]
Folk often ask me if I lost my legs in the war. After years of therapy and properly medicated, I am now able to talk about it. Yes, my buddy Rudolf and I were on patrol. We weren’t on the front lines. But there were reports of what folk call terrorists. We just called them … [Read more…]
Bibbet came into my life right when I needed her. She was born shortly after I returned home from amputation and rehab. She was the only survivor of her litter and lasted only a week. After that week, she left me to join her mother and siblings. But for that week, I was her mother. … [Read more…]