On January 9, 2015 I laid down to take a nap. Some days later I came to in ICU in a local trauma center, unable to swallow, talk, use my arms or legs, and hooked to some very fancy machines. I remembered my name and nothing else... even what year it was.
Turns out I had a blood clot that wedged in my portal vein and stopped blood flow and my heart kept pumping until my esophageal veins burst and I bled-out. My Bride was told the mortality rate is 100% so make the arrangements. As you might guess, I didn't die. (so much for 100%)
Long rehab of relearning to do mundane things.(over 5 months to be able to sign my name again, and it looked like a 4 yr old) Screening for organ transplant at Barnes Hospital-St Louis, which hasn't proven necessary yet. Had to put 50 lbs back on, to remain eligible for surgery.
I'm back riding my motorcycle on long cruises thru several states and enjoying life again. Still having lost abilities coming slowly back, and watching my nephew's stable killing them in the big stakes races, Especially Caprice Hill & Racing Hill. Planning to be at the Jugette & The Jug in a couple weeks, first live racing for me in a long while. Hope to see some of my ITS Homeys there! Good to be back, Y'all.
