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Saturday, 24 January 2009
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Wiggle your toes...
Contributed by J D J. D. Pendry We live in a changing world in more ways than many of us could even comprehend only short years ago. I expect that most people who read this electronic publication have some Internet acquaintances. Someone you met on the web and with whom you have regular electronic conversations and feel as though you have come to know them even though you have never spoken face to face. I have accumulated quite a few over the years. One of them was Bill Faith, the founder and webmaster of . It was Bill and others who invited me to post at OWD. I returned from a short absence sadly to read email informing me that Bill answered the final recall following a heart attack. Bill was passionate in his beliefs and his support of Veterans and serving men and women. As God wraps his arms around you Bill, stand tall knowing that your earthly mission was completed. Now about that title. Since the day before Christmas Eve, my most prominent view has of been of an elevated foot with toes sticking out of bandages and a splint. On that day, I managed to shatter a heel bone. If you are curious, it is a major ouch. The injury required surgical reconstruction of the heel bone, which I had last week. I spent two nights in the hospital. Each time there was a shift change at the hospital, the new nurse would come in and ask me to wiggle my toes, block my view and ask me to tell her which toe she was tickling and then give me a listening to through the stethoscope. |
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Contributed by J D on January 24, 2009 at 09:36 AM in | Comments Posted by: Glenn Cassel AMH1(AW) USN RET In April of 2002 I suffered a compression fracture of the T-9 vertabrae. It was a freak accident in my yard. When the wife got me to the ER and they took pictures, things happened fast. The x-ray doc said tell 'em to bring a board. Then there was the MRI and a check for internal bleeding. After I got admitted for observation and was taken to a room, I got the little inflate/deflate bags over the lower legs and shots to prevent clotting. Those Hurt. And I had three meals actually fed to me because they would not let me sit up. The Trauma chief paid me a visit the next morning and told me how lucky I was. I said to define "luck" She said that it did not require surgery and if that had happened I would have been hard down until November/December. Being in a torso brace for three and a half months was't a lot of fun but it did beat the alternative. And I was able to go back to work after two months. Building corporate jets is not really physically demanding but the brace did prove to be somewhat of an aggravation. I even got a few pokes from a needle in the toes to make sure I had feeling. Posted by: Glenn Cassel AMH1(AW) USN RET | Jan 25, 2009 3:57:29 AM Posted by: A coment from a subscriber, Mr. Will Estes. Mr. Estes occasionally sends me a condescending liberal email. He feels that my 28 years of military service was little more than me sucking off the government tit and that the benefits earned as a result amount to no more than welfare. I called Mr. estes a complete idiot. Greetings J.D. So sorry to hear about your heel problem.. I do hope that with your military retirement plan that the VA. hospital was ready …waiting and was there for you. Of course this is a benefit that is a social program to the people who served this great country as you did.. I wish you well Posted by: | Jan 25, 2009 1:46:39 PM |