Another
hot one but I didn't seem to mind as much as I did yesterday whatever
reason who knows? You know I went I don't know how many decades not
really ever remembering what day, during the summer month of July
that I experienced the accident which changed my life. I've always
thought that weird that others who have sustained similar
disabilities is mine almost tend to worship that day are that moment
in time. July 16, just never seemed to matter much. However, I think
in the past six years for some reason I'm beginning to focus on the
time around and the day of the accident July 16, 1966. I could run
that silly photo one more time but for what reason? Certainly not who
I am now.
I
went out this afternoon following lunch and my workout to get a few
provisions from the market when I got back I remembered that a
long-term care organization was having a blood pressure clinic this
afternoon so I figured I would drop in hoping there would be some
kind of treats. No treats, really but of course they say they didn't
forget but I know they forgot and said they were running late and
would be here in about an hour. They forgot. So I can imagine the mad
dashing around the office during all their crap together. I was
impressed however that when they did show up they had their regular
cheap plastics way a lot of ballpoint pens, notepads and keychains
but they also drag somebody along which was a wheelchair mechanic.
Great idea! That's something I get behind. They of course also had
their heavy hitter a registered nurse qualified to administer
real-life blood pressure checking. I don't know why this particular
organization/company doesn't also provide the blood sugar creek as
well. Hopefully that company still comes. So those of us who got
there right at the initial time which was 2 PM had an hour to kill.
So we all yammering around a bit. I'm a little bit excited just
because I have not seen a lot of these people since I've started my
summer course. Since I meet on Thursday mornings in my intro to
drawing class I have not been coming to coffee so I was able to catch
up on some of the gossip. Somewhere I was talking to someone
yesterday and and told them about myself and Gene Diffendaffer, an
individual I went to rehabilitation with and also suffered a broken
neck but because he twisted doing a Boy Scout tree planting exercise
Therefore being able to Sue BSA For none disclosed amount of money
but enough to allow gene to disown his family move into a long-term
care facility then almost crucify himself the sex drugs and rock 'n
roll for the next 10 years. Needless to say I was envious. Anyway one
of the people here at the facility heard me and was aghast that I
would equate breaking my neck or our neck with a great event of our
lives. The technique of all to explain the Eugene story and my story
of not being involved in the armed robbery, being able to have two
cars purchased for me and obtain a college degree. I still doubt that
she believes.
So
I spent the rest of the day off and on contemplating the last day of
able-bodied hood 53 years ago. I'm sure I drug the hose out one of
the cows, milk the cows, strain the milk bottles of milk and then
wash the equipment. I may or may not of gone over to my buddies
Charlie to hang out for a while but maybe I did for an excuse to ride
the motorcycle. Really the day I probably swam at the canal twin
Bridges and just goosed around. Obviously it was nothing memorable
the following afternoon however…
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