Monday, September 30, 2019

Slide

Enjoy a mixed drink. Only $40!

This weekend our family traveled to Wisconsin Dells to spend a day at an indoor water park/hotel to celebrate a friend's 40th birthday.

When this trip was being planned I had no interest in participating in waterslides, but once I saw what we were paying for a room at the resort, I was determined to get my money's worth. It is very difficult for me to walk barefoot, but I walked everywhere and I did every waterslide I could find. I wasn't going to sit on the pool deck like in the movie Wall-E where humans are evolving into blobs without bones that are unable to stand up on their own (I saw evidence of this happening). Nope, I walked from one end of the resort to the other in only my official Star Wars swim trunks.

My biggest concern walking barefoot wasn't so much the pain, but worrying about contracting ringworm and/or athlete's foot. In fact, I brought along a tube of Lotrimin AF. At the end of the day I covered my feet in the paste hoping to stave off any fungus I may have come in contact with. Fingers crossed. 

After six waterslides, four miles of walking and about 25 floors climbed, I couldn't go any longer. The DRG stimulator works, but it doesn't make me super human. To relax, I bought an aluminum pint of Miller Lite at the bar. It was $8, so once I finished it I left the resort and bought six more next door at the gas station for $11 total. Capitalism means I get to decide where to spend my money. This is goddamn 'Merica, right? However, one didn't have to leave the compound and mixed drinks like the one pictured above was only $40.

Even though we were celebrating my wife's best friend's birthday, she got us both a gift:


It has been nearly eight months since I had the surgery to have the DRG stimulator implanted into my back. It works pretty well for me and has improved my overall quality of life. I'd say before my surgery, I was at a constant pain level of 4.5 out of 10. Now, I'm about an average of a constant 2.5. I think weather is the biggest factor to affect my pain, but the stimulator does help some with that. Many doctors have told me to move south to a warmer climate, but with global warming, I can probably stay right were I'm at. Also, the tightness that gives me discomfort, feels like a high ankle sprain, seems like it is here for good. The dry needling helped, but was temporary. One major plus is that I rarely have the burning foot feeling anymore, so there's that. I'm still unable to stand upright in one spot for long. I've learned that I need to keep moving or I need to just take a seat. 

So, unless anything of note comes up I'm going to step back from posting updates as much as I have. Now, of course if the stimulator breaks and I need surgery, I'll be sure to post. There's just no need to post anything if nothing is happening. If you do come across this blog and have any questions about the DRG stimulator, please feel free to email me, because I'd be happy to help anyone with questions about the therapy.

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

To the Stars

Matinee for $4.50 with free popcorn!

I did something today that I’ve never done, because I needed to do something different. I went and saw a movie by myself at the local theatre in downtown. The theatre is a little over a mile away so I walked there because the weather was picture-perfect and walking is an exercise I can still do which I enjoy. The experience was great, except for the man who I believed to be suffering from COPD sitting across the aisle that was breathing like how I imagine Mr. Snuffleupagus breaths. I saw Ad Astra and there are numerous moments of silence when Brad Pitt is all alone in the vastness of space and all I could hear was this guy gasping for air which kind of ruined the feel. His wife even put an empty seat between them. I’m guessing his breathing annoys her as well, or she's used to it and they just don’t like each other.

The past two weeks have been calm which has been a welcoming change of pace. The bats we had tested didn’t have rabies. Our rabies vaccine injections are done and there hasn’t been any signs of bats in our home since. Whew.

Since things seem to be returning to normal, I started exploring the nearby state parks again. I understand Starved Rock is a well-known Illinois destination with canyons and waterfalls but, man, every time I go I’m disappointed. It’s like the beautiful forested moon of Endor, only covered in boardwalk and you can’t leave the path. How am I ever going to find an Ewok?


I’ve stopped the dry needling therapy. It definitely does help, but the relief is short-lived and Medicare isn't going to continue to pay for the treatment. My therapist did say I could return and she could bill it around $30 out-of-pocket each session if the tightness worsens, so I can always return if it gets too uncomfortable. With the changing seasons I’ve noticed more discomfort in the leg and foot, but so far it’s not as bad as the days before the DRG stimulator. That is all for now. Here’s to hoping for more boring. 

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Peace of Mind [Lost]

This post is mainly about bats, rabies and humanity. It's a long post, but what do you got going on?

Where to start? We’ve been under a kind of stress like you wouldn’t believe. Honest to God. It goes back to the bats. Last Tuesday night, the/a bat was flying through our house, again. I woke up at about 4 a.m. to the noise of it hitting the walls. When my eyes adjusted, I could see it flying around the ceiling above our bed. I watched it until it left the room. It went downstairs and I followed. I grabbed the broom, opened the back door and then it was gone. Whew...

The following night it returned at the same bat time, same bat channel. It wasn’t leaving our room this time, so I ordered my wife to stay put, then I army crawled out of bed and fetched my trusted butterfly net. While I left the room the bat grazed my wife’s head. EEK! I returned, caught the bat and released it outside in under five minutes. I’ve become quite the Turtleman. GIT YA SOME! (I read that Turtleman died recently which saddens me. He was a character.)

The next morning I called up animal control. FYI, if you tell anyone you are dealing with something such as bats the go-to advice is nearly almost always, ‘I’d call animal control and have them deal with it.’ What I’ve learned through this ordeal is that they don’t want to deal with it, if you sound capable. They’re busy helping incapables. The animal control guy asked me if the bat was flying normal so I shared my observations and he suggested it was healthy, not rabid. He figured it was a pup and that it was just confused and that is why it kept getting inside. Instead of leaving it at that, I went to the Internet, because it’s 2019 and I’m an incapable idiot.

I began searching how to deal with bats and I began calling experts and this is where my fear of rabies went off the rails. The only experience I have ever had with rabies is television, movies (I remember, for some reason, we watched Old Yeller in second grade, that was really fucked up) and Chuck Palahniuk’s novel, Rant. I think the character in that book seeks out rabid animals to bite him. MAXIMUM EXTREME! Anyway, some experts told me to ‘stay calm, everything is cool, man’ vs. other experts who told me, ‘you better get the vaccine now or you are going to fucking die, man.’ Also, I learned nobody wants to work in Ottawa, IL because I’m still waiting for help with our bat eviction. 

I visited the Center for Disease Control website and they advise that if you’ve woken up to a bat in your bedroom, then you should assume you’ve been bitten and it’s imperative that you get the vaccine. In fact, small brown bats, the kind in our home, don’t leave bite marks. Seriously? Do I really need to get the vaccine? I let it go another day, did some more Google searches and then on Friday the fear grew so much that I called the animal control guy again and he tried to talk me off the ledge. This time he told me if the bat is in the house again that I should capture it and bring it in to have it tested. “The way I see it is that it’s open season once it is in your living space,” he said. I thought about getting badminton rackets for every room in the house for protection. He also gave me the number to the county health department. I called and left a message at the health department that was never returned that afternoon. Good thing I wasn’t freaking the F.., wait, I was. That night my wife and I were so worried that we constructed our camping tent in the living room. 


Skip the backyard camping and camp in the living room. All the millennials are doing it!

Saturday morning my wife said she thought she heard the bat(s) in the wall while we were indoor camping. GODDAMN. This was a nightmare. Should we just go to the emergency room or what? We called multiple doctors asking for their advice as well as trying to find out what our out-of-pocket expenses would be. I figure a business knows what the cost of their services are but our healthcare system is so convoluted and the nurses answering the phone think you are insane if you are price shopping a life-saving rabies vaccine. Or, on the opposite end of the spectrum, you’re insane if you don’t have a visible bite, but still want a rabies vaccine. The fear was consuming me. I started believing that I NEEDED the vaccine and while we are at it, I probably need an assault rifle... why stop there? Will I really be put on a government list if I check out The Anarchist Cookbook from the library?

That night I went down to the basement at about 6 p.m. and I saw a shadow. It was another bat. For Chrissakes! This can’t be happening! I captured the bat and put it into a container to have tested on Monday. 

I sweat easily and when I'm bat catching I put on layers like there's a polar vortex for protection from the beasts.

It was now Sunday. Should we get the vaccine? If you've been bit by a dog thought to possibly have rabies, the dog will be quarantined for ten days. If the dog doesn’t show any symptoms, you are safe. Symptoms from bat rabies exposure include bite marks, numbness, tingling and neck pain, none of which any of us had, except me who has the CRPS leg with the constant pain, numbness, tingling and that neck pain that I can’t shake completely, but I had no visible bite marks. We had waited five days so far. It felt like waves of fear hitting us. Just when I felt better a sense of dread would overwhelm me. I even broke down a few times, because I could never live with myself if anything happened to our kid. I felt like I was failing. Every time I thought to myself, ‘there’s no way that thing bit any of us. I’d have known. The reason why I awoke to the bat in the room was because of my insomnia. I am sure I could hear a pin drop after a couple hours of sleep.’ But I got to a point where I didn’t want anything terrible to happen, so we decided to get the vaccine Monday. 

Just so you know, if you think you have been exposed to rabies, just go to the ER. The ER costs our family $1k per person each visit compared to an office visit, which is about $40. However, for some fucked up reason, doctors won’t prescribe you the vaccine. Need opioids? NO PROBLEM! FORM A CUP WITH YOUR HANDS TO CATCH THEM! Life-saving vaccine? NOT ON MY WATCH, FOOL! Five ounces of marijuana a month? COME ON DOWN AND LET'S GET HIGH! I called three of my doctors and none of them helped me. One gave me a bullshit reason, “you need blood testing in order to-.” I cut the nurse off and said, “FALSE! I’m sure I know more about rabies now than probably 95% of the population. All I need is to be weighed and I need the correct dosage for my weight.” It didn’t help. I tried to tell her that I don’t want to pay $960 more for no good reason. It didn’t matter. Go healthcare! USA! USA! So, we just got into the car and headed to the ER.


Just in the nick of time our kid received her rabies vaccine injection. I could see the foam forming in the corners of her mouth and she was about to bite the nurses.

At the ER we were put into a room together to have our insurance and medical history taken. Next, our vitals were recorded and we were weighed so we would receive the correct dosage. Surprise, surprise, surprise. Our daughter volunteered to get the injections first and she took it like a champ. One in the arm and one in the leg. She said the leg felt weird. The nurses told my wife and I that we were getting three shots. One in the arm and one in each leg. Gulp, not the bad leg. My wife and I received the shots simultaneously. The arm was fine. My wife howled after the first injection in her leg. It was definitely uncomfortable and that was my good leg. My second leg injection was going into CRPS leg and I was really nervous. I explained my whole damaged sciatic nerve issue and the nurse looked confused, so I just said go for it, wherever you need to do it, do it. Apparently the DRG stimulator is doing a great job because I didn’t feel nearly as much discomfort as I did in my good leg. Also, I'd like to add that the rabies vaccine is nowhere near as painful as needling, so don't worry if you ever need to get the vaccine.

It's now been a day later and it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. I dropped off the bat yesterday morning, as well as a second that I caught later that afternoon. We will receive the results in about a week. I really don’t think there are any more bats in our attic or anywhere in our home. I also don’t think they were rabid, but I didn’t want to risk anything happening to any of us, especially our kid. After my wife talked to another expert, I’m confident that those were the only two bats because the females raise their pups until mid-August and then the pups begin to learn how to fly and hunt on their own. Also, I never saw more than two roosting in the attic at one time. There wasn’t much guano at all. If I didn't know it was bats I would've guessed it was mice. However, some of the other experts have told me there’s a goddamn colony and I probably need to burn down the house if I want to survive and save humanity. All that’s left now is three more injections for each of us. I still need to find an expert that’ll help seal up the cracks near the roofline and not try to make me believe that our home will be ground zero for the real 28 Days rage virus. 

Now, it’s time to pick some fights with rabid wildlife since I’m vaccinated. LIVE ACTION!

Thursday, September 5, 2019

Dog Belly Flop

A cock rooster as seen at the Sandwich Fair.

I took the dog for an afternoon walk for some exercise since I'll be at the Sandwich Fair for the rest of the day. We walked around the cemetery near our home where the founder of the Boy Scouts of America, William Dickson Boyce, is buried. It was a nice relaxing walk, but then a passing SUV doing at least 30 MPH with two pit bulls starting barking at my dog and me. One of the two dogs jumped out of the window from the back seat, which was about a four foot drop, and landed hard on the road. Whoa.

“FUCK! What the fuck are you doing, you fuck!?! God fucking damnit!” is what the older female driver of the vehicle exclaimed. Holy shit. I thought the dog was dead. It skidded about 10 feet. Then a kid jumped out of the passenger to scoop up the dog who was stunned, but I think okay for the most part. 

After listening to the driver of the SUV and having just finished watching Jon Gruden curse so terribly bad on Hard Knocks, I’m going to try and cut back on the bad language or at least pretend my kid is always nearby.

Monday, September 2, 2019

Fair Tyme

Years ago my wife came up with fair bingo and it has sort of evolved to a very odd place. This morning we had the draft where we selected this year's squares and then we each made our own cards.

This is my favorite time of year. My wife and I celebrated our 12th anniversary over the weekend, football returns Thursday and the Sandwich Fair begins on Wednesday.

The fair has become a tradition for our family, which is funny because we used to knock it. Last year, I lost our kid at the fair. We both had to go to the bathroom and she didn't realize that the restroom had more than one exit. Of course she exited on the side she didn't enter. That was scary. A Good Samaritan came to her aid and took her to the DeKalb police and we eventually heard our names called over the loud speaker. Talk about feeling like a failure.

It's been three days since my dispensary purchase. I'm still not sure about using marijuana for chronic pain. I don't have an issue with the electronic stimulator or dry needling because those treatments doesn't mess with my body's chemistry. In fact, when I was in the hospital a nurse and my wife had to talk me into taking hydrocodone. I even quit a 3,200 mg daily dose of Gabapentin over a year ago because I didn't want to rely on a drug for the rest of my life. I think the reason I'm hesitant is because yeah, it distracts from the pain, but I also no longer feel in control once I'm stoned. Before our daughter existed, partying was O.K., but now the responsibility of being in charge of her life gives me anxiety. Also, I have an irrational fear the world is on the verge of war at all times. I just checked the Doomsday Clock and it's 11:58. MAGA!

I know as soon as I'm done lighting up that the nuclear warheads are going to start falling from the sky. Instead of going outside to die in the initial blast and quickly being obliterated, I won't be thinking straight. I'll be so confused that I'll probably find a fallout shelter, survive the blast and die alone miserably and slowly in the wastelands at the hands of some raider or Deathclaw. Tragic. I'm that paranoid and that's why I should stick with the indica and not the sativa. See, I've learned something. For real though, I want to go out like Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgement Day holding onto that fence outside the playground during her vision of the end of man and the rise of my kind, the robots.

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