Today I turn myself over to the competent hands of Anchorage's hospital system. I suffer from pressure ulcers (bed sores) due to the fact that I'm incredibly skinny from the waist down, and I didn't take my health seriously until very recently. I have an ulcer now that requires professional help, and so professional help it will have. I can't stress this enough kids: skin health is a HUGE deal when you're a para/quad. It can make or break you. Pressure ulcers have been trying to break me almost every second since I broke my back almost 10 years ago. It's a fight. Every day. And it's a fight that I wasn't ready to take on seriously until very recently.
When I first broke my back, I shut down. I didn't believe that I could ever do anything worth doing again. I partied and I raged, and I didn't give a damn about my health. I didn't expect to make it to 30.
I basically planned to die at 30.
So when I started getting pressure ulcers, I never took taking care of them seriously. Now, I've been through many surgeries, countless rounds of antibiotics, and years of my life wasted on a couch or in bed.
This bout of ulcers has been different. This time I'm motivated. This time, I want to live. I'm 32, dammit, and there's a lot of this world and life that I still want to see. So I'm going to beat this debilitating evil I've been dragging along with me all these years. It's going to be hard, and I'm going to have to work for it, and it's going to be intense and emotional. And it will all be worth it.
So, without further adieu, I'm going to get in my truck and make the drive around the inlet, and into the depravity and fray of the city.
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