Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.
I’d like to dedicate this blog to a friend of mine who helped me fix up a room in my house, my daughter’s room. The room looks great.
So, August 18th came and went. August 18th 2009 was the beginning of this journey I’m on. I always get nostalgic around August 18. I remember some things. Oh man, some brutal things like, when they take off the machine that’s breathing for you. Trying to take your first breath is scary. There’s nothing like the doctors putting a feeding tube through your nose and into your stomach. I would panic when they would roll me over to give me a sponge bath. I would panic because I couldn’t move at all. I was afraid I would suffocate. At one point, I truly believed I was being suspended from the ceiling like a bat. I thought, “What on Earth are they suspending me fro the ceiling for?” It was all so surreal. Either and/or the drugs were kicking in.
Anyway, the list goes on and on. Basically, it’s been a tough journey. But it’s also been cool. I mean, the way I see is like no one sees. The best way I can describe it is, I feel like I’m looking though a kaleidoscope or like I’m in a Picasso painting.
On another note, ironically, my cousin is here. He’s here for a visit. He was here at the beginning of my journey. I’ve been lucky enough to have plenty of people help me. My friend here still helps me. It’s importent to have friends and family around you when you’re like this.
As long as someone held my hand, I felt OK. You literally live one minute to the next. It’s crazy. And also, I could hear everything, but I couldn’t move. I was basically trapped in my own body. I remember thinking, “Man! Don’t pull that plug!” Although, my friend here says, and I agree, Mom would never have let them pull the plug.
That’s it for this week. I’m gonna share with you some images I’ve picked out from when I was normal.
