The operation to deaden the nerves in three of my vertebrae in my lumbar region has failed. I was pain Free for only two days. Then the pain came back with a vengeance. The only explanation the pain clinic gave we are sorry but the procedure does not work on all. You unfortunately are one of those it does not work with. All the pain of the operation was for only two days of no pain. It was not worth it. However they have come up with a new solution. I now wear a patch that delivers a constant supply of painkiller. Yes there are some side effects but less then some other meds. So we will see.
Still no response from the Neurosurgeon concerning an operation on my Thoracic Spinal Column. I will keep checking.
Obama has done his 100 days. What grade does he get? I give him a B+. He has a lot to learn about getting things done in Washington and I believe he needs to keep a closer handle on the public feelings on any given subject. Overall he has done an amazing good job on juggling and fixing all the complex problems he was given. The Stock Market has at last positively responded to Obama’s program to fixing the banking system. Numbers were up higher than they have been for a very long time. It closed up almost 500 points. Other good sign is that real estate sales have increased. Sadly hiring has not increased. Too many of us are out of work. Our family has two laid off members. My son with a wife and child and my granddaughter have been laid off. The family is helping them as much as we can. But they need jobs!!!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I am Happy
Today I had my procedure to kill he nerves in 3 disk of the lumbar region. It was extremity painful. I had to be awake to tell the surgeon if I felt and strange feelings in any park of my lower extremities. It all went well. I am sore were the needels went in. But he most important thing is my back pain is GONE. I am very very happy.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I Saw the Dr. House of Neursurgeon Land
I saw the Neurosurgeon. Linda said, and I agree, the Neurosurgeon’s bedside manner was one step above “Dr. House. ” My Neurologist selected this Neurosurgeon because he will say no if surgery will not help. He was not able to make a go-no-go decision because he wanted more detailed and 3 dimensional film of my spine. I like him because he is very demanding. But he has very poor bedside manner. I will call tomorrow to see if he has any answers.
Bad Things
Things turned bad on Sunday night. I woke up with terrible cramps. The cramps were generated by my messed up nervous system. I got up to try to walk them off. When I got downstairs from the second floor I suddenly lost all feeling from my waist down. I fell and could only use my upper body. I laid I my own excrement for some time before I was able to wake Linda. She cleaned me up, got a blanket and pillow and told me to sleep. She wanted to call 911 but I refused.
The next morning most of the feelings can back to the lower areas. I was able to get to my wheelchair.
Today I am walking. My steps are slow and I have tendency to loose my balance but I am walking.
Dr. Brown, my primary care doctor, and Dr. Morrison, my neurologist, have arrange for me to see a Neurosurgeon today hopefully he will find a way to help.
The next morning most of the feelings can back to the lower areas. I was able to get to my wheelchair.
Today I am walking. My steps are slow and I have tendency to loose my balance but I am walking.
Dr. Brown, my primary care doctor, and Dr. Morrison, my neurologist, have arrange for me to see a Neurosurgeon today hopefully he will find a way to help.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Sharing Lives
Shakespeare was wrong about the good being interred with their bones. If in your life you touch people in a loving, caring and gentle way the good will live forever. It lives on in the hearts of all those you touch. It is passed on from generation to generation long after your remains have turned to dust. We must understand this gift of life is not ours to keep rather it is our to share. Sweetly touching the lives of others is the ultimate Godly thing we can do on this level of existence. Through this touch we enrich all lives, ours as well as those we touch.
The niece of my best friend Joe Kohl this wonderful college essay that brought tears to Linda and my eyes and reminded me of the importance of sweetly touching lives.
“Sarah Wightman
College Essay
Period 2A
I grew up with cameras flashing in my face, talk about making a little girl feel like a movie star. Every time there was any type of milestone in my life such as concerts, plays. birthdays, or the first time at the zoo. I always had thousand of pictures to remember all those events. This all was possible because of my Uncle Joe was a freelance photographer and worked for Baltimore Business journal. I do not have one memory of my uncle being anywhere without at least two cameras around his neck, and about three more hidden in his camera bag, and endless rolls of film crammed into every pocket. He worked the 60’s pork chop sideburns, wide rimmed glasses and a ponytail that went half way down his back. The life of the part, my Uncle would take whipped cream and spray you up one arm, over the head and down the other. Of all the people I have met in the past eighteen years, without any doubt my Uncle Joe is my role model. He taught me that being different is nothing to be ashamed of, and that needing to change for others is unnecessary.
While working for the Baltimore Business Journal my Uncle Joe was also an artist specializing in black and white photography. His concentration: Strippers, Prostitutes, Cross Dressers, Bikers, and Tattoo Artist were the main subjects of his work. He gave these people that most of society looked down upon respect and dignity, so that when you looked at these pictures you are suddenly saying to yourself “these people are human”. His work like his words, displayed the respect he had for all humans regardless of their lifestyles, their review, or their occupations.
In July, my Uncle became gravely ill with leukemia and was hospitalized. During the course of treatment of leukemia he lapsed into a comma losing most f his critical body functions: kidney respiration, and cognitive activity. He remained in a comma for seven months. Doctors gave no hope of recovering. On 20th of February 2002 it became painfully clear the extraordinary efforts to prolong the body that use to belong to my Uncle was not improving but only extending his suffering. My Uncle Joe passed away on the 5th of March 2002. On this day I did not just lose a member of my family I lost an uncle, role model, mentor, and even a father. But he will always live on in my heart and actions, for it is by his life styles that I try to model my life, and be “human” too.”
http://www.carlclark.net/joseph.html
The niece of my best friend Joe Kohl this wonderful college essay that brought tears to Linda and my eyes and reminded me of the importance of sweetly touching lives.
“Sarah Wightman
College Essay
Period 2A
I grew up with cameras flashing in my face, talk about making a little girl feel like a movie star. Every time there was any type of milestone in my life such as concerts, plays. birthdays, or the first time at the zoo. I always had thousand of pictures to remember all those events. This all was possible because of my Uncle Joe was a freelance photographer and worked for Baltimore Business journal. I do not have one memory of my uncle being anywhere without at least two cameras around his neck, and about three more hidden in his camera bag, and endless rolls of film crammed into every pocket. He worked the 60’s pork chop sideburns, wide rimmed glasses and a ponytail that went half way down his back. The life of the part, my Uncle would take whipped cream and spray you up one arm, over the head and down the other. Of all the people I have met in the past eighteen years, without any doubt my Uncle Joe is my role model. He taught me that being different is nothing to be ashamed of, and that needing to change for others is unnecessary.
While working for the Baltimore Business Journal my Uncle Joe was also an artist specializing in black and white photography. His concentration: Strippers, Prostitutes, Cross Dressers, Bikers, and Tattoo Artist were the main subjects of his work. He gave these people that most of society looked down upon respect and dignity, so that when you looked at these pictures you are suddenly saying to yourself “these people are human”. His work like his words, displayed the respect he had for all humans regardless of their lifestyles, their review, or their occupations.
In July, my Uncle became gravely ill with leukemia and was hospitalized. During the course of treatment of leukemia he lapsed into a comma losing most f his critical body functions: kidney respiration, and cognitive activity. He remained in a comma for seven months. Doctors gave no hope of recovering. On 20th of February 2002 it became painfully clear the extraordinary efforts to prolong the body that use to belong to my Uncle was not improving but only extending his suffering. My Uncle Joe passed away on the 5th of March 2002. On this day I did not just lose a member of my family I lost an uncle, role model, mentor, and even a father. But he will always live on in my heart and actions, for it is by his life styles that I try to model my life, and be “human” too.”
http://www.carlclark.net/joseph.html
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