Like A Bounced Check!
I'm back! It's been a long time since I abandoned this space. A lot has happened. My brother died about a year and a half ago after a lengthy illness. He needed a new liver due to Hepatitis C. I offered half of mine but he was dependent on AHCCS & they wouldn't pay for it because of other, complicating health issues. Rationing.
Another major event was my scooter accident in which I suffered a fracture of the tibial plateau; yikes! That was on April 29, 2008. I had surgery during which Dr. Ruth inserted some hardware & calcium cement to replace the ridge of the aforementioned tibial plateau which had been badly damaged by the fall.
What happened is that I fell forward, with my knees bent in sitting position, at about 20 MPH. My scooter's rear wheel hit a pothole with so much force that the rim cracked and all the air escaped from the tire. My youngest son, built like a young bear, was riding behind me, making it harder to control the fish-tailing scooter. I have no accurate estimate of how far we traveled before we tipped over to the left but, pardon the cliché but it's true, it went in slo mo and seemed to last an eternity.
When all the force of a 550 pound scooter and approximately the same weight in chubby humanity landed on my knee cap, the bone was driven down with such force that it compressed the rim of the tibia, leaving a gaping divot along the left side of the tibial plateau.
It took two weeks to get the paper work together and get an appointment for surgery. Because I don't have medical insurance AHCCS, Arizona's version of Medicaid paid for everything except the crutches.
The thing that made the whole experience feel a bit like a blues song is the fact that Stanley, a coworker who lives in the same apartment complex that I lived in at the time, came by the next day with the news that, due to the deteriorating economic conditions, the hours at work were being cut. If I were married my wife would run away with my mistress.
Jordan, my son, left a lot of skin on the asphalt and suffered a sprained ankle; he's healed well.
Not much more than a month later my first and, so far, only grandson, Caleb Emerson, was born, on 6/6/08. As Noel, #2 son and Caleb's proud daddy, said, the baby's the neighbor of the beast. }:)
And so it goes, Life ends, life begins. If you die without having broken any bones, you haven't lived. :)
Another major event was my scooter accident in which I suffered a fracture of the tibial plateau; yikes! That was on April 29, 2008. I had surgery during which Dr. Ruth inserted some hardware & calcium cement to replace the ridge of the aforementioned tibial plateau which had been badly damaged by the fall.
What happened is that I fell forward, with my knees bent in sitting position, at about 20 MPH. My scooter's rear wheel hit a pothole with so much force that the rim cracked and all the air escaped from the tire. My youngest son, built like a young bear, was riding behind me, making it harder to control the fish-tailing scooter. I have no accurate estimate of how far we traveled before we tipped over to the left but, pardon the cliché but it's true, it went in slo mo and seemed to last an eternity.
When all the force of a 550 pound scooter and approximately the same weight in chubby humanity landed on my knee cap, the bone was driven down with such force that it compressed the rim of the tibia, leaving a gaping divot along the left side of the tibial plateau.
It took two weeks to get the paper work together and get an appointment for surgery. Because I don't have medical insurance AHCCS, Arizona's version of Medicaid paid for everything except the crutches.
The thing that made the whole experience feel a bit like a blues song is the fact that Stanley, a coworker who lives in the same apartment complex that I lived in at the time, came by the next day with the news that, due to the deteriorating economic conditions, the hours at work were being cut. If I were married my wife would run away with my mistress.
Jordan, my son, left a lot of skin on the asphalt and suffered a sprained ankle; he's healed well.
Not much more than a month later my first and, so far, only grandson, Caleb Emerson, was born, on 6/6/08. As Noel, #2 son and Caleb's proud daddy, said, the baby's the neighbor of the beast. }:)
And so it goes, Life ends, life begins. If you die without having broken any bones, you haven't lived. :)
posted by Unknown at 7/08/2009 08:18:00 PM
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