My wife is still with us, she hasn't pined away yet, but I just spent eleven days in the hospital after a medication interaction left me in convulsions and vomiting up blood (as well as nearly destroyed my lungs and vocal chords.) Worst part is, I won't ever walk normally again. I'm mostly wheelchair bound, able to take a few steps with a walker and generally scream when I do so. They originally thought stroke but now they think the interaction (and the events during the psychotic episode afterwards) damaged the nerves in my legs severely, possibly beyond repair. I'm on medicatio to prevent contractures, but I'm getting foot droop already from my right leg. I'm going through PT, GI surgery wants me to call them back and I have solid counseling, but it's gonna be a wild ride from here on out without my legs. Nobody's given me much hope on them based on previous experience with such damage, but all I want to do is make them stop hurting. They can be dead for all I care, if they'd just stop feeling like fire and twisting.
With my upper body strength being very high, I can drag myself in a walker some. It's also helping immensely in pushing my chair. PT also wants me to pull my bow out again, to help me build the new muscles I'll need now to move myself around. I'm cautiously optimistic, as I learn to be independent on wheels as I was with my walking stick.
So now people know where I was for a while, and what's happening. I'll probably end up shooting shorter bows (or tilting my longbows considerably) but I still plan to shoot again when I'm allowed (which may not be for a while yet, according to PT.) But I'm still planning to shoot and hunt from my chair-there are two disabled access hunting camps within a hour and a half drive from here. Just might take me a while to get there.
Topic: An update, wish it were a happier one... (Read 1651 times)
