I've been all busy and shit. I had to finish a project for work. That's boring so that's all I'll say about that. Went camping / dirt biking several weeks ago as previously announced. I did, indeed, drink a bud from a can. I almost started laughing when the guy handed it too me. We were surrounded by mullets. Many deliverence jokes were made. People crashed, things were broken, but nobody was seriously injured so I'd say that it went well.
Went to monterey and my girlfriend got scuba certified and I helped out with the class. Visibility was only about five murky fear inducing feet but, after some minor freakouts, everyone passed and nobody drowned. I tried out my fancy new underwater camera and got some good macro shots of sea critters.
This last weekend was the World Super Bike races at Laguna Seca. Unfortunately, my favorite racer (Noriyuki Haga) crashed out of both races but it was still entertaining.
tryptamineblue: I put up a picture of my rods. That's $16,577.81 worth of parts in my back. I looked at the bill and nearly shit myself. That's just parts, mind you. Installation was extra. I had a bit of a motorcycle problem on the way to burning man. I don't remember what the hell happened. As far as my memory is concerned, one minute I was headed toward gerlach after camping at the south edge of pyramid lake, then blam-o, all the sudden I'm in the hospital and I can't move anything bellow my chest. That sucked but I'm feeling much better these days.
I occasionally set off metal detectors. How 'bout you?
Went to monterey and my girlfriend got scuba certified and I helped out with the class. Visibility was only about five murky fear inducing feet but, after some minor freakouts, everyone passed and nobody drowned. I tried out my fancy new underwater camera and got some good macro shots of sea critters.
This last weekend was the World Super Bike races at Laguna Seca. Unfortunately, my favorite racer (Noriyuki Haga) crashed out of both races but it was still entertaining.
tryptamineblue: I put up a picture of my rods. That's $16,577.81 worth of parts in my back. I looked at the bill and nearly shit myself. That's just parts, mind you. Installation was extra. I had a bit of a motorcycle problem on the way to burning man. I don't remember what the hell happened. As far as my memory is concerned, one minute I was headed toward gerlach after camping at the south edge of pyramid lake, then blam-o, all the sudden I'm in the hospital and I can't move anything bellow my chest. That sucked but I'm feeling much better these days.
I occasionally set off metal detectors. How 'bout you?
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i remember once, my mom was helping me change the shirt underneath, so i was laying on my back on the counter (this was before i taught myself how to do it on my own to spare myself the humiliation), and my little brother (who was about 2 or 3 at the time) asked "is mommy gonna change your diaper?"
i was supposed to wear the shell for a year. but i've always had a defiant streak, and i would often walk around with it off at my friends houses or when my parents weren't home. i lived in eastern washington at the time, where it often gets to 105 degrees in the summer, and it was torture to have to wear that thing. plus, i looked like a boobless blob, so everyone was always asking me if i was a boy or a girl.
my rods run the entire length of my back, from the base of my neck to my pelvic bone. my back is still crooked in spite of that, but nowhere near as bad as it was. i remember the physical therapy too, how they had to teach me all over again how to walk down stairs or get out of bed, but i didn't have to deal with paralysis like you did.