Monday 06/15/2015

"Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays."

When you realize the weekend is over, and you have to give up 40+ hours at a shitty job just to earn enough to eat and have shelter.

A morning in the life of a dude stuck in the sack. Still doesn't sound much better or politically correct, than, "A bed-ridden paraplegic". Laugh, out freakin' Loud! On that not:

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School of Hard Knocks (Part 1)

And I was not using a sympathy ploy, as an intro to get you to subscribe. It is simply the project I am currently working on. And being stuck in this bed 24 hours a day, my options are limited to 2 things:

1. Lay around, watch TV, and don't do anything constructive. Just exist, and sort of melt from day to day. like a slug on a log, or a fat lazy couch potato. with a bag of chips and crumbs in his belly button,

2. Find projects, that can be completed, with limited mobility. An example of this would be:

The Associate of Arts in Business Administration degree, I received on April 25th, 2014 from: American Intercontinental University Online

So like, right arm! Right? Well...Yes I suppose so. But to be brutally honest, when I started this degree, obtaining it was half, of my motivation. I had not quite figured out at first, what I would be able to apply it to, and, I was not paralyzed when I started it. But I'll tell you what, finishing this degree, was the hardest task to finish, in my entire life. The nature of my injury, was an abscess inside my spinal column, which went undetected, until it was too late. Not that I didn't know something was wrong...Slowly at first, and then rapidly, there was a pain in my back, that was shooting and darting around from my sides and ribs, to my pelvis, legs and feet. This was from the damage being done to my spinal cord and nerves. The pain got so bad that some nights, I could not sit, lay, lean, anything. I could only stand, and walk a long ass step at a time. The only thing that kept me going, was getting my assignments turned in, by Wednesday, and Sunday, of each week. I still do not know how in the hell, I got any of them done. I could not think, sit, eat, and towards the end, go to the bathroom.
                   
          By that time I was on suicide watch from the pain, X-rays were taken, and the radiologists report spotted an anomaly at T-9, and recommended an immediate MRI & CT Scan. The under zealous, and over pompous Doctor, whose name I will omit from this blog, due to litigation, told me, there are no breaks or cracks in your ribs, and that radiologists were not doctors. He told me, if his mother didn't need a walker, than neither did I, took away my pain medication of (1) 10 mg Vicodin, every 6 hours, changed it to 600 mg of Motrin, and prescribed prune juice for my constipation. He discharged me the next day, and less than a week later, I was paralyzed. As I was being whisked into the operating room, I would not let them put me under, until I got 3 emails out. 1 to each instructor, and 1 to my student adviser. That Monday night, Dr Kenneth Ott, a Mercy-Scripps Neurosurgeon, informed me, I would never walk again, and that there was a 50% chance that I would die on the operating table. Due to the pain, I told him, it was a fair trade-off, and told him my main concern was getting my assignments in by Wednesday, 12 A.M. Central. I asked if I would be coherent enough by then, and if they had wifi, as they were administering anesthesia. I was literally, more concerned with my deadlines, than paralysis, and death. Literally...I was this close to my goal, and couldn't believe my luck...that I might not graduate.
          The light that at times, that I could barely see...the light at the end of the tunnel, of graduating from college, was the one coping mechanism, that I was able to successfully focus on, in order to keep my mind off of the big picture, and off of the horrendous, mind numbing pain. This pain, was sooo, and I do apologize, in advance...Un-Godly...That at times late at night, I used to just look up at the stars, and ask them, why???

          By the time everything had played out I had to re-take, 1 course. I never once, informed my instructors, that I had been paralyzed...I literally, took it lying down (Ouch...it only hurts when I laugh) Lol. I only discussed this with my Student Adviser. Needless to say, I had to retake a course which I had actually passed (Due to a, "failure to the online platform", the night the last assignment was due). I learned to never correct the mistake of an instructor again, after that. This ended up pushing back my graduation date from 02/10/2014 (my 46th birthday), and also had to come up with $1,200.00 for re-taking the course. My perseverance payed off, and A.I.U. awarded me 3 Scholarship's/Grants. For instance, for one, I wrote a Motivational Speech, about why I deserved the Grant, and what I planned to do with my diploma, and how I was going to apply my skills, for the betterment of the community once I graduated. My Awarded Scholarships/Grants, covered $1,000.00, of the class I had to repay, and they set up a payment plan for the rest.
          So after all these roadblocks, train wrecks, crooked teachers, time zones, surgeries, and paralysis...I finally graduated on April 25th, 2014 on my daughter's birthday instead of mine.

I will forever remember all of life's lesson's I learned, both Good & Bad, in achieving this goal, above impossible odds. 

Now I was hoping to include the link right here of the online ceremony, and now realize, that there was a 1 year window for that. Now I know for a fact, that I downloaded this. Once I go through my files, I will plug that in here, in this' place.

          So now you might ask, if you weren't too bored to make it this far in my drama.......well...  Chris claims, he has been bed-ridden for 19 months, and is bitching about not becoming a couch potato, with M&M's in his navel cavity (M&M in the Naval Academy :) >don't ask<)...Well what about the year that has gone by since this last, drama-laced diploma? That was April 25th, 2014. That was over a freakin' year ago, college boy????
(Find out tomorrow Boyz & Girlz, or a day or 3 after that. I got it covered...I did all kinds of S@#$, in the year+ that has passed up until now)

School of Hard Knocks (Part 2)   >To be Continued...<