!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BIGRAGU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Augie!

You don't know me at all but I read your posts and think to myself "That's one cool dude." Of course it helps that I work for a mechanical contractor and know many sheet metal workers as I have worked hand in hand with them on hundreds of projects (I'm a plumber by trade....don't hold that against me) most from LU 206.

It does the community proud that someone like yourself is held in such esteem. For you to make the effort to touch base with all that is going on in your life, to keep that community updated speaks tomes of the values that you have and instill in others.

Get well soon!

mike
 
HEY Augie I want to remind you that I expect to hear some complaining, fit throwing, b itc-ing ect. we are here to hear you and I know you have already used up your allotment of special words with the nurses, physical therapy etc. We gots lots a room to hear you out. PM me I'lll listen-- spent 28 days in hospital before they invented the pain pumps and you were totally dependent on nurses who were busy as all get out to for pain meds. I will listen to you, all you want to say. I think it hurts less when some one listens. GBGUNNER
 
So much to go through, and then when it’s finally done...so very much more to go through. I can only imagine what the pain must be. At one point in my life I had 76 staples in my head after brain surgery, when I woke up the pain was like an entity that totally consumed me. And that surgery was a breeze compared to what poor Augie has endured. All the removal of failed parts alone is a horror story, and then put in the new skeleton with all the screws. And then wake up and deal with it, I can’t even imagine. Hang in there Augie, everyone is thinking and praying for you.
 
Hey Augie have you considered changing your handle to titanium man? I shiver every time I remember the picture of the spine with all the metal pieces and rods. I spent time to look and see where they were able to leave out a few pieces here and there so you will be able to twist and move. I can't help wishing you never had to go through any of this at all from the first time years ago. I remember having have new sensations and so will you all through your body, fingers, toes, scalp. I hope they are more pleasant then hurtful and they normalize quickly. I entreat all the powers that be that you do not have to endure it all the time. A guy needs respites to regain himself so as to continue on. I used to envision long lines of WWII soldiers marching in formation. Watching shiny boots, thousands of them at ground level marching, marching, on and on. Hearing the rhythmic beat of thousands of boots striking pavement going on and on, coming to me, passing beyond me. I could cover myself in the rhythmic vision and sound and for a bit, removing myself from the bed and the on-slot of sensations and join my brothers in arms moving forward... ever forward. we are your brothers Augie WE are. Keep marching, Hear the drumming of thousands of boots, our boots carrying you forward with us back home, Marching on and on. Listen, hear it, on and on. We are here with you marching on. Never forget on and on, forward ever forward. You have done it before , Now we are with you to carry you, as you do it again. Keep listening always hearing the constant rhythmic drumming, see the infinite line of boots rising, falling drumming the pavement. Come with us, we are helping you, our brother move forward, Come Along Augie, Come Along Marching Forward, Ever Forward
 
Hey Augie have you considered changing your handle to titanium man? I shiver every time I remember the picture of the spine with all the metal pieces and rods. I spent time to look and see where they were able to leave out a few pieces here and there so you will be able to twist and move. I can't help wishing you never had to go through any of this at all from the first time years ago. I remember having have new sensations and so will you all through your body, fingers, toes, scalp. I hope they are more pleasant then hurtful and they normalize quickly. I entreat all the powers that be that you do not have to endure it all the time. A guy needs respites to regain himself so as to continue on. I used to envision long lines of WWII soldiers marching in formation. Watching shiny boots, thousands of them at ground level marching, marching, on and on. Hearing the rhythmic beat of thousands of boots striking pavement going on and on, coming to me, passing beyond me. I could cover myself in the rhythmic vision and sound and for a bit, removing myself from the bed and the on-slot of sensations and join my brothers in arms moving forward... ever forward. we are your brothers Augie WE are. Keep marching, Hear the drumming of thousands of boots, our boots carrying you forward with us back home, Marching on and on. Listen, hear it, on and on. We are here with you marching on. Never forget on and on, forward ever forward. You have done it before , Now we are with you to carry you, as you do it again. Keep listening always hearing the constant rhythmic drumming, see the infinite line of boots rising, falling drumming the pavement. Come with us, we are helping you, our brother move forward, Come Along Augie, Come Along Marching Forward, Ever Forward
 
Thanks for all the caring responses, folks. The one thing I begged my Dr for prior to surgery was to have little to no pain, and as I expected him to say, he said, “nope, not gonna guarantee it. In fact, you’ll be in a lot of pain.”

Well, from the moment of the nurse waking me up from what I call “the best sleep ever”, it has hurt. Next day the physical therapists were at bedside at 7am, wanting me to “go for a stroll”. I gave it the college try for one step, and said no way. My entire trapezius area to my lower scapula shoulder blades felt like a WW2 blow torch was three inches away, at full flame. Crazy pain. 

Was I constantly pushing on the pain pump button that injected a pre measured amount of delloted into my ivy? You bet! What sucked, though, was on the 3rd morning, less than 48 hours from the surgery, my surgeon came in and yanked out the pump, the leak hose out of my incision, and ordered the nurse to yank the catheter. I swear it was like pulling teeth to ask for pain relief, and I let them know about it. Now, I’m expected to “maneuver” on a hospital bed made for an average height/build person(I’m 6’3”, 255 lbs) to try and afix my serpent into a 45 degree urinating tank without spilling. No way. Mad a mess. 

Compalained and asked back possibly for the catheter to be reinserted, but instead they used a “condom style catheter” . Long story short, what was promised to me of being leak free comfort didn’t happen, as at 3am that next night it blew right off and turned my room into a swamp. 

With all that I was going thru, and the pain of anchors and rods drilled into my neck, I ended up calling my wife in tears, asking her to help get me transferred to the rehab facility for Sutter in Roseville, CA. 

Im under better, more personalized care here. Really a top notch place, but there truly is no place like home. So, this coming Thursday I’ll be released, and before this surgery my wife and I prepped our home for my recovery- toilet bidet from Home Depot, a shower chair from goodwill, a specialty bracket that mounts to your bed frame to assist in pulling me up, toilet seat height extender, and a walker. Also invested in a three motor specialty recliner that’ll take you from fully flat all the way to standing you straight up to get out of the chair. 



Thanks, again, all. This is a great community. I swear by that. You all be good, and after I’m all healed up and can remove this neck brace in 12 weeks, I’ll be back doing what I love best, and that’s this here crazy Airgun hobby!