The Curse of the Irish?

I just thought that I would share with you all the experience I had Friday.

It all started out when my mom came home from work. She came in and I had asked her about taking me to one of the local taverns to meet up with a friend. To my surprise, she said that she would. That news had me pretty excited. Little did I know, that excitement would later turn to pain, figuratively and physically.I had to go back in to the doctor's office today to have my results checked on my latest TB test and to have my completed MDA camp physical returned to me. I went in and everything went well. Test was negative and the paper was done.After leaving the doctor's office, we went and got something to eat. We picked it up and headed home.

We pulled into the driveway and was getting ready to unload. Mom opened the door with the remote control to the wheelchair lift. Once it was down and level for me to go onto it. I started toward it and it started going down. I didn't have enough time to react and kept going.

Thankfully, the lift had not gone all the down. I went down on to the lift and kept going. My foot got pinned between the safety flap of the lift and my wheelchair. I was in a world of pain! I thought that I would be okay but after 20 minutes, the pain wasn't easing up. It was decided that I should go to the ER and have it checked out.

We arrived at the ER and went through the usual paperwork, etc. We went back and the doctor came in and I had explained to him what had happed. He examined it and ordered X-rays.

That was fun. My foot had to be moved every which way but loose to get the proper angles.

That was very painful. Once they were done, I went back to my area and waited for the results.

Doctor comes in and informs me that I have a small fracture near the top of my foot, around ankle level. They wrapped me up and put me in a splint like wrapping. The doctor wrote me a script for some Vidocin. Unfortunately, the Vidocin has other meds in that I cannot take. So, I have been taking Aleeve as needed. It has been working.

The ER doctor told me that I needed to go see a orthopedist and have him evaluate me to see if I do, indeed, have a fracture and he will know how to treat me. The normal doctors have a hard time diagnosing and all that for someone who's anatomy isn't considered "normal" since I have muscular dystrophy. So we will see how that goes.

Needless to say, I didn't get to hang out with my friend. Instead, I sat around the house with my foot/leg hurting. I went to bed and didn't get up until today. It wasn't that bad staying in bed all day yesterday, it got the swelling to go down. My pain levels have gone done considerably since Friday. I am on the mend so that is a plus.

'Till next time.

Jason

The Ultimate Sacrifice

Thought it was time for me to put something new in here. So here we go.

Yesterday my town laid to rest one of our soldiers. Sgt. Rickey Jones was killed in Iraq on Feb. 22.

I didn't know this solider, nor did I attend his funeral or anything associated with it. I would have, if I would have been able to. Anyway, I listened to the radio as the procession was going on. Some of the people from the radio station were stationed along the processional route and gave live reports on the air. The live reports came during a request show in which many listeners called in and dedicated patriotic songs in memory of Sgt. Jones and his family. I did so too by requesting "I Believe" by my favorite band, Diamond Rio. The outpouring of love and support for this solider and his family, along with the music being played on the radio, was all very overwhelming to the point that I became very emotional and sat and bawled.

There were supposed to be protesters to show up and protest the funeral. I am sure you have all heard about the Kansas based church group that has been going around protesting military funerals because THEY say that God is getting America back for supporting homosexuals. Anyway, they didn't show up after all. I am glad that they didn't because if they had, they wouldn't have like what they would have seen. They would have hated how our city came together to pay our respects to Sgt. Jones and his family for his sacrifice for this great country of ours. The country that gives those clowns from Kansas the right to be the jackasses they are. If it weren't for Sgt. Jones and the many before him, none of us would have the rights that we take for granted today. Our men and women should get the respect that they so deserve. If you want to protest the war or whatever, there is a time and a place for it, and at a military funeral, or any funeral for that matter, is not the place.

I would like to thank every man and women that has served, is currently serving, or have made the ultimate sacrifice while serving our great country. If not for you, we wouldn't be where we are today.