I GOT NO COMPLAINTS!

This is something else I should’ve written a long time ago! Would’ve maybe, made more sense if it had been written a long time ago. But, it wasn’t so what can I say? Hey! Nothing, cause if I were to say anything, I would expect SOMEBODY to call the men in the white coats to " come and take me away! Ha, ha!" Oh well, enough of that juvenile stuff. Seeing as how some friends of mine have read SOME of my stories, and they were expecting me to tell my actual feelings of what it’s like having survived a massive TBI, which compared to the other previous TBI, I survived it was MASSIVE. Well, I would’ve written about this last TBI a long time ago, but it’s just too depressing for me to write about. Let’s see where do I begin? I think I’LL start by pointing out some of the positives of having survived this massive TBI. What few of them there are, anyhow. First off it forced my family and myself to relocate our home to nicer digs. We used to live just on a main street through our town. It was a great location chosen for that because it was where I located my DENTAL office. And it turned out to be a perfect central location being the newest of only a handful of DENTISTS in town. I was able to start from scratch slowly getting to know the other DENTISTS in town. That’s why when my DAD, and wife eventually sold my practice, for a song, I might add, I couldn’t stand going home to, possibly, see some of my former patients being cared for by some guy who wouldn’t give anybody the time of day. He always seemed preoccupied with something. Possibly his own incompetence, I don’t know, and since, I don’t know I probably shouldn’t say that I think, I probably just wrote that because I was mad at not being able to pick the person I wanted to eventually take over my practice. Actually, I’M mad about a lot of other things, which I’LL tell you about in a minute but first let me tell you about some more positives that came about because of my TBI. There aren’t many like I wrote before. Besides getting some new digs, included at this new location is a small out building which used to be the GARDNERS quarters. More likely a separate GARAGE that I now call THE DOGHOUSE for obvious reasons. I utilize this house to do my writing in. And it’s where I will eventually make jewelry. As I already have a casting machine, for making LOST WAX castings for rings and what not. AND it’s where I can make the WEB BUGS; FUSED GLASS pieces of art that SGT. DR. MILKO supposedly brought back from HELL, or wherever it was that he s’posedly got them from. Eventually, I’D like to not only make web bugs here but, also do some welding a favorite past time HOBBY of mine. I’D also like it to be a place where my wife and myself can go to to work out. AND anybody else that would like to and besides all of that I’D like to build an OBSERVATORY here. Being located on what I believe is the last little hill above the SACRAMENTO VALLEY in the foothills of the SIERRA. And, possibly, we could charge money for people to come gaze at the stars from here. That’s not very likely to happen, but, at least we /I could take some good DIGITAL photos of the stars from here.

` But, enough of my dreams y’all wanta read what kinds of things are frustrating to me, any ways. Well, I’M here to tell ya, having survived a massive TBI has not been all HUNKY DORY. It hasn’t been as hard for me as you’d think it could be mostly because I’VE had lots of loving family, and friends around me. People I wasn’t all that friendly with before have become closer friends. Probably because, I feel, people are genuinely good, and are always trying to help out families in need. Well, my family was in need alright. You gotta feel sorry for my wife, having witnessed her son, and husband just get killed for all she knew. I won’t pretend to even know what it must’ve been like for her. With the two people whom she loved dearly laying face down in the water after being hit head on by a boat while seconds before playfully having fun in their good friend’s new boat. Plus, not to mention the sound that the inner tube they were riding on popped making a very, very loud noise, probably. And then the other boat going by with sickening looks on the faces of the other passengers in both boats. Nobody quite sure what to do next. But, BARBARA sure as hell wasn’t going to just sit there watching. Not when her husband and precious little boy could possibly be drowning. So, she jumped in after them reallying on her knowledge from JUNIOR LIFESAVING. Something she had to take as a JUNIOR in HIGH SCHOOL, something she’d prayed she’d never have to use, at the very least not on her husband and son. Well, I know just reading this is gonna make BARB cry. That’s one of the reasons I’VE never written it. Because it makes me want to cry just writing this story. And if it weren’t for all the good friends and family all rallying behind us in our time of need, this could be a real tragic tale.