So wontb cha ; 3

The first time i herd the term "angle's" it was a bro of mine who used it to discribe a certan kind of friend. It was such a good word. i adopted it. To have anything negative or positive attach itself to you. Inevitably they or it slowly or quickly "angle" themselfs into every aspect of one's reality. This was something my Pa was ALWAYS trying to help a young Reid to understand. Usually the affects of hangin with bad "elements" of which there were a great many. Me being who i was "I gotta check this shit out!!  :}-"  It took this little indian a long ass time to understand the wisdom of thy elder.
That being said. The lesson's i thought i understood were going to overhaul my databanks over the next 6 or so months.
Not long after that Lambs canyon job (days) the flakes flew. Which brought up a new fear. The tree work goes on hiadus for the winter. Chainsaws get swaped for plows and salt broadcasters, lots of driving,in the snow..on the ice..in the dark. Considring the state of my legs, it spooked the shit outa me. But this year my normal rout was swaped out for a new one that required alot less on road driving. The part that made me a bit skittish was my pick up was taken in exchange i was given a disel tanker truck along with 300 gallons brine solutione  to drive from the yard to Draper. where a CAT awaited me  for the removal part.
Another thing we did for winter time work was Christmas lights. Roof, windows, shrubs, trees, flag poles, bridges, what ever you want your lights hung on, we would figure out how. This poesed obvious issues for me as 95% of that work was done from a ladder in some way. Any Sup that would choose to send anyone with leg and foot issues out on ladders and roof tops in the ice and snow and keep a fully abeled individual at the shop to build lights and do light duty work was a piss poor decision maker.
The cold really made life extremely difficult for me. My hands would freeze inside of my gloves. My fingers would become rigid and stiff and felt waxy, throw in some smokes, they would hurt so bad. Picking up the 50 lb bags of salt to fill the broadcaster was a joke. It was so dishartning, i am no stranger to the cold, growing up here, i loved and fuctioned in all the elements, but not now.
A symtom that began to compound its self was taking a leak. My days begin with a rockstar and or a big coffee. As everyone is aware these beverages induce one to pee, alot. Taking  a piss every 10 min with minamal results went from being an annoyance to another reason to go to the Emergency room.
It got to the point that i would sit down to pee, i did'nt ever want to relive what i went through in Spokane. The urge to pee was desperite. It was always, run to the banyo, sit push for a squirt or maybe a couple of drops, that would leave me with an even bigger feeling of having to pee, "Am i passing fucking stones too!?" amongst other things would cross my mind. After getting in trouble for beating on the banyo walls and causing pictures to fall and break due to my outbursts of pain, i was gonna once and for all  empty my bladder. Sitting there i pushed like i needed an epidural. Results turened up a damn splash. That just infuriated me. Convinced i was passing a boulder, logic told me in was just a matter of hydrolics. We just needed to generate more head, and so the Elvis olympics began. They ended rather rudely at the University ER.
In the process of generating the force needed to blow the phantom boulder out of the line. We did some serious damage to the valves as everything was just "Deadheading." Which is another way of saying i began pushing guts out my ass! And now i had two serious pains.
The ride to the U was so painful. Some what humiliating to share these issues with an ER staff let alone my wife. "This one owta generate some laugh's. They're gonna think we did some damage digin a marmet out my ass, due to some wild sex game gone awry or somethin.." In shame. Teri began to laugh. "See what i mean.." To which she laughed even more.
"Im gonna have to harvest your urine" "Harvest..? " The er nurse informed me and went to grab a cath kit. "Great now they're gonna violate my unit."
She lubed up a tube that was quite long, my eyes got real big. "Your gonna turn my unit into a sword swalower!?" Teri began to laugh as did the nurse. She began the procedure. It hurt like hell and i did'nt hesitate letting all of the er know. She got the swored about half way in but then took it out "I probibly needa smaller catherter" "Probibly, as you can see, im hung like a deer mouse..." When she left i began to pee on my own "Thank GOD.."
 Two more great things happend. I got lots of morpheen and I was introduced to my new and improved Neurologist 5.0, Dr Z.
























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So wont cha ;2

I dont know if it was Dr Dill, Dr weeds and staff, the Diagnoses, the whole experence or the fact i desperately whanted/needed a fuckin shot 3-4 days ago. Eather way the three rounds of steroids pumped life back into my legs and they were intent on gettin my ass to a bar stool.
When it came time to exit the hospital, Dr Dill gave me some numbers told me to call and make an apointment soon as he was booked outb 2 and a half months as it was. Everything he said to me sounded like "Blah blah blaah blaaaaaaaaaaah." Except the booked out 2 1/2 part to which an anger switch fliped in my head. Just then we decided Dr Dill Was a douch to the uber degree and he's fired! "Comon man its Barstools antd Dreamer's time." I could not get out of that place fast enough.
Teri and i left strait away to the Huddle for some liquid ignorance. It's really hard to explain any kind of thought process. A form of denile i suppose. One thing i do know. I was gonna "kick MS's ass! I've had my ass handed to me many times! There aint nothing this thing can do to me that aint been done before!! Lets dance bitch!!"  The band was already playing. A tune never herd yet i was determined to leed.
The time i was away from work was a serious threat to my familys livlyhood. It was about 3 days longer than i had vacation time to cover. The Maintenence and Applicators each donated some of his/her time to cover me. This would be the first of  a series of gestures from my Brothers/sisters at my home unit. I am still so touched when  i think about it......Thank you all so much!!
There was one day of chill time before it was time to resume the game. While we doing the big whisky tree, we were able to pick up another removal scheduled for saturday. Duane skined it out about half way. Put a rope in it,ran it through a block we set in another tree and ran it to the Cummins. Putting Duane under the tree was out of the question,the tree had a lean that was imposing on the cabin hence all the rigging. If something went wrong under there, it was gonna be ME that fucked it up.
My head and neck were really begining to ache like never before. I began the day with 2-Perkesets, 1 more at noon, and the magic began to where off around 2:00. I dont think we finished until around 5:00. Agian Duane had to round up everything, load it all and sdrive us home. Let me say that a leak in your spinal cord is so debilitating!
When you fell a tree optimaly you want at least two escape routes should something go wrong. Well i had them  alright, it was the using them that posed my dilemma, so my face cut had to be right on. When my face cut was completed is when all the insect dammage showed its face. With the majority of heart wood turnd dust and a bit of a cat face it was imparitive the back cut be done "golf pro" like.
We were able to get it to the earth, i gotta say it wasnt as precise as i would have liked, but hell, cabin still standing as was i (barely) "I'll take it" and we got it cleaned up. It was a good thing it all went so well, my neck had pushed my working limits. It (neck) would not let me raise my head with out it feeling like a noose was on the verge of breaking it, i was brought to tears several times.
This was the last time i was in Lambs Canyon, for as much beauty as she held, i was taxed dearly for it.
The next day i was in the Er agian, this time it was no mystery i did'nt recive the superbowl ring treatment, nope, i was sent strait to radiology for the dreaded blood patch.
The technition explained it to me. They take 20cc's of blood out of me to reinject back at the puncture site. Your spinalcord comtains nerves and CSF thats it. No blood, which makes cloting very difficult. "Did you follow the instructions and stay flat for a couple days?" "No maaan, Dr Weed's told me otherwise and had mes up and try to stand like 2 hours after you did the puncture." "What Dr told you this!?" Dr Weed's was full of shit!! The patch was way more painful. The words "Your gonna feel alot of pressure. K here we go DONT MOVE AT ALL." He was right about there being alot of pressure. There was much more than the first time. So much more it caused me to shutter and flintch with the needle in me!  "Chris you,ve got to stay compleaty still" i could hear the urgentcy in his voice and i was really trying to but my body was giving me the finger. Fully aware of what could happen moving with the needle in my back, i was desperetly trying to still myself. Between the pain and the uncontrolable moving i lost control of myself and the waterworks along with some very loud F bombs comenced. Just then one of the techs began to comfort me almost as if she was my girlfriend. Runing her fingers along the back of my neck and whispering assurences to me.Thank God for her, the spasing decreased substantualy.
 "You should be feeling alot better in a couple of hours.That blood willplug that hole up nicely."