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Sunday, July 23, 2017

Decorum around a wheelchair user

Things you shouldn't say…

(In no particular order)
Here, let me help you.
I had to use a wheelchair when I broke my leg, so I know exactly what you are going through.
You're an inspiration.
I was only parked there for a minute.
Everything happens for a reason.
You're good looking for someone in a wheelchair.
It's good to see you out.
Have you got any more movement?
With your effort and attitude, I know you will walk again.
Anything with a kindergarten teacher voice or a pat on the head.

Things you shouldn't assume…

Shaking hands?
If you are meeting a disabled person for the first time you should offer to shake their hand. They might not be able to shake back but the gesture is appreciated. I know when someone offers me their hand they are usually a little taken back with my non-grip in return but it breaks the ice and lets the able-bodied person know what they are dealing with.

With someone:
If you see someone with a person in a wheelchair don't assume that that person is their caregiver or nurse. This happens to me all the time when I am out and about. And never say, "It is nice of you to take them out." I am usually the one dragging the other person out. Also, it is very annoying when people ask questions about me to the person I'm with. Hello McFly, I am right here. I have a mouth and I know how to use it.

On the level:
If you are going to have a conversation with someone in a wheelchair, get to their level. Kneel down or find somewhere to sit down so you can communicate eye to eye. This doesn't really bother me too much but after a long conversation and my frickin neck is straining, I usually ask the person if they want to sit down.

Stuff your sorries in a sack mister:
This is really annoying to me. When someone is sorry for saying something like, "let's go for a walk, oh sorry I said walk." There are a lot of figures of speech that have the act of running or walking in them. Take it from me, I do not care and I assume most others do not.

Touching my stuff and things:
I don't know why it is but people like to touch my stuff. Not in a fun way either. I mean my wheelchair, bags and stuff. It would be like me going through your car without asking. Also, never try to push or move someone's wheelchair while they are in it. Even if you think it is funny and you think you're funny.

Go ahead and ask:
If you are unsure of something about a disabled person, ask the person. Most disabled people will be glad to explain what they are doing in order to live their life as normal as possible. I get asked all the time about how I eat and where did I get my long straw. Next time, buy me a drink and I will tell you all about it.

Kids and stuff:
If you know children, they stare, it’s in their nature. I find that most kids act better around me than adults. When kids stare it doesn't bother me. When adult stare I just shake my head and stare back at the douche canoes until they are really uncomfortable. Kids are just curious. Adults are just jack wagons. They should know better.

So the next time you see someone in a wheelchair, take this stuff as advice. It will not only make them feel more comfortable it will make you feel more comfortable.

I got the idea for most of these from the internets and I added some of my own. Plus of course I used some Clintanese.

Thanks for reading, Clint.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

High School Parties and The Lessons Learned

A lot of lessons can be learned at a high school party. Some good and some bad. Lessons that can last a lifetime and in some cases should last a lifetime. Probably the number one lesson learned was to start running as soon as the cherries and berries start spinning. Lesson learned.

It seemed that about one out of every four parties was busted. They were either busted by parents or the authorities. Most of the time it was better to be busted by the authorities. I respected the cops but I wasn't afraid of them. I would rather be in jail than dead. At least you knew the cops couldn't touch you. Lessons learned.

Some of you will remember the names like Benson's, the Springs, Cherry Hill, Europe, the Basement, the Dairy Farm, the Beach, South Farm, etc. I am sure there are some party spots I forgot to add. It didn't seem to matter where the party was, if it was an outside party these things were going to happen. There was going to be a bonfire, someone was going to get stuck, a girl was going to end up crying and a couple guys were going to get into a fight. Lessons learned.

I was usually the youngest at most of these parties, in the beginning anyway. Being the youngest, my job was always getting firewood. Bob told me. I remember this one time at the Springs I showed up with a couple buddies in the Chevy Cavalier a.k.a., The Duck. I soon realized that my dad's 79 Chevrolet Silverado was there. Evidently my sister was home from college and took old green to the party. Anyway it was my job to get firewood so I got the keys from her and borrowed someone's tow rope to pull out dead trees for the party. I didn't feel like picking up sticks. Go big or go home. That was a heck of a bonfire. I believe that tow rope ended up getting snapped. I jerked a little hard. Whoops. Lesson learned.

If we were lucky someone's parents would be gone and there would be a house party. Well, it would be lucky for the partygoers. Not so much for the party host. The cleanup and explaining sucks. Lessons learned.

I remember making a special trip to Casselton just pick up a case of this stuff just because somebody knew a guy, who knew a guy who had some. Good grief. Lesson learned.

I remember picking up cigarette butts in my friend's driveway Sunday morning after a two-day rager at his house. I believe his parents went to Hawaii or somewhere and were too trusting. Friday night's party was pretty low-key. But the word got spread about the party the next night. You see his older sister came home late Saturday night unexpectedly and she was not too impressed with our idea of a little party. Evidently she heard things through friends at college. I remember looking outside at all the cars and thinking this isn't going to end well. That was a fun weekend. I remember his sister even made us breakfast after we cleaned up everything, including hundreds of cigarette butts on the driveway. There are some top-secret good stories from that weekend. Lessons learned.

If none of these party places turned out we could always go to Lisbon to drag main and pick up some chicks. Or at least that was the plan. There was nothing better than going to another town, hitting on girls and upsetting their boyfriends. When we went to their town or when they came to our town things were going to happen. Back then, Lisbon and Enderlin guys were like water and oil. We didn't mix well. Lessons learned.

It seemed like there was always trouble when you went to the Lisbon theater to watch the weekend movie. I wonder whatever happened to those couches that were in the front down by the screen. Ewww… Some lessons I wish I never learned.

Going to Lisbon also meant that you were eventually going to get into trouble with the Mexi cop. It seems like every time we went to Lisbon someone was getting pulled over or getting scolded by the cops. Not that they didn't have their reasons but geesh, give the guy a break. Lesson learned.

This one time in Lisbon one of my buddies decided to take his car on the racetrack for a couple of hot laps. It sounded like a great idea at the time. That was fun for about five minutes until we heard sirens. Some of us made it out in time. Some of us didn't. Good times. Lesson learned.

Another good idea when going to Lisbon is trying to see how high you can make it up the hill. You know the one, the hill on the East side of the 32 coming into Lisbon from the North. There are usually tire tracks going up to the top. I think I rode with someone once. That was enough for me. Lesson learned.

Anyway, I don't know if high schoolers still party like that anymore but I hope they do. We never really got into too much trouble. We never hurt anyone or hurt anything. Well except for our vehicles and our pride. But I know a couple thing, we made a lot of great memories and a lot lessons learned…

Thanks for reading, Clint

Monday, July 10, 2017

Pets and things

I have had three pets that have been meaningful in my life. There were a couple other dogs in between but they didn't last long for one reason or another…

The first dog we ever had was named Morky. He was a cross between everything, a mutt. His mother was a dachshund terrier and his father was a poodle spaniel. Or maybe that was the other way around. Anyway, he was unique. He was kind of a lap dog.

We had him when we were still living in town and brought him to the country when we moved. Morky and I were pretty inseparable. Wherever I went, he went. When my parents couldn't find me they would yell for the dog and the dog would give my whereabouts away. I remember him being quite feisty also. He protected me on many occasions from scary neighborhood dogs and older douche canoe kids.

Morky only lasted a short while out at the farm. He got along with the other dog and cats. But the one thing he did not get along with was the school bus. That school bus got a lot of our pets and was the demise of Morky one afternoon after we got dropped off.

There were quite a few years between Morky and our next permanent dog. There were two or three other dogs in between that didn't turn out. They somehow miraculously disappeared…

I got a chocolate lab when I was a senior in high school from a cousin whose labs had a litter. I believe the whole litter was either given to family or friends around Enderlin. When I first saw my lab I knew right away I was going to call him Lloyd Christmas. If you don't know, that is the main character in Dumb & Dumber. Have you ever named a pet after someone and later realized that animal has morphed in to that character? I am not saying he was dumb, I'm just saying he was not Lassie.

Lloyd was a big clumsy yet agile brute of a dog. He was around 100 pounds and for some reason he still thought he could sit on your lap like was a puppy. His paws were like a Clydesdale's and he was as graceful as an ox. He would also eat anything. One time he ate an entire frozen ring of deer sausage. Another time he swallowed a plastic plate filled with shrimp mousse that had cellophane wrapped around it. Neither of those things seemed to bother him either. He had an iron stomach.

The first time we took Lloyd to West Silent Lake, he spotted some loons as soon as we got to the cabin. He took off down the steps and jumped off the end of the dock only to realize he could not touch. You see he was used to the sloughs around our farmstead where he could touch and breathe. I didn't think a dog could drown but he tried to. Good thing my brother-in-law was there to save him. It was quite the scene watching a 100 pound lab doggie paddle on top of his rescuers head. They finally made it to shore and after a couple hours he figured out how to swim. Then he started swimming after the loons. Never did catch one though. I believe that was the last time we took him to the lake.

He was also tough. I remember getting ready for school and I heard my dad take off with the pickup out to the field. Pretty soon I heard the pickup back in the yard and dad said that Lloyd had gotten run over. Lloyd not only got ran over by the pickup but also by the anhydrous tank trailer that was getting pulled behind. They are not light. The only injuries he suffered were a collapsed lung and a broken tail. Within a week he was back to his old self. Well except for half of his tail. It had to get docked.

I think I had him for about six years. Every once in a while he would take off to the neighbors a couple miles to the West. They had a lab that always seemed to be in heat. It didn't matter the time of year. And evidently Lloyd was twitterpated with her scent. One of the times he left the yard and he did not come back. Do not know what happened to him. Could've been coyotes or maybe just got ran over. Anyway, there will never be another Lloyd. He was one-of-a-kind.

That brings us to my current dog, Otis the Beagle. I got him in 2008. A cousin of mine had a friend who was moving and could not bring Otis with. So my cousin knew that I had always wanted a Beagle and delivered him to me from Bismarck.

Beagles are very loyal and notoriously stubborn. They can have quite the attitude. Otis is no exception. He is sometimes an asshole. But he is cute so he gets away with it. He pretty much had the run of the house for the first few years. He would sleep wherever he wanted. It was usually with me. This got cut short a couple years ago when his back got hurt from jumping off too many high objects.

When I am outside, I am usually with Otis. I came up with an apparatus where he can be attached to my chair without getting wound up by a leash. We go everywhere together whether it's chasing vermin around the yard, checking the shelter belts for deer sign or scouting deer down the driveways. He has quite the nose. When he gets on a scent, his head stays down until he finds the source. It is a struggle to get him away from sniffing. I swear one of these times he is going to pull my chair over.

We have lost him a couple times or I should say he has gotten away from us a couple times but there is always an easy way to find a Beagle. Just wait for him to start baying. It usually doesn't take long before he has treed something or cornered something and that is when the noise starts. There aren't too many sounds like a baying Beagle.

When Otis is gone I don't know if I will ever get another dog. But I've said that before. There's just something about having a dog around that makes life better.

On second thought, I would get another lab…

Thanks for reading, Clint.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

What I would do if I could for a day...

I would skip a rock.
I would grill a steak.
I would go for a swim.
I would feel the sun.
I would give you a hug.
I would ride bike.
I would cry.
I would roll in the hay.
I would shake your hand, firmly.
I would stretch out.
I would be happy.
I would be different.
I would slap a gap and slide into 2nd.
I would touch my toes.
I would give you the finger.
I would feel the rain.
I would mow lawn.
I would ride horse.
I would cast a line.
I would laugh.
I would hold your hand.
I would kick a tire.
I would run.
I would wave hello.
I would drive a vehicle, real fast.
I would throw a baseball.
I would work cows.
I would go up and down steps.
I would push your chair in.
I would climb a mountain.
I would snap my fingers.
I would clean a fish.
I would do what I want.
I would help you with anything.
I would two-step.
I would eat a taco.
I would feel the trigger.
I would draw a picture.
I would never let go.
I would open the door for you.
I would punch someone.
I would walk the dog.
I would put in a chew.
I would probably get punched.
I would build something.
I would work hard and sweat.
I would be the same.
I would wave goodbye.
I would do all that in one day…
--Clint Lindemann 

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Where to go for Spinal Cord Injury info

Here are two websites to remember if you ever want to find out anything about spinal cord injuries.

You can join the CareCure forum to collect or acquire information if you are a person with a spinal cord injury, family member, caregiver, health care professional, researcher or a friend of a person with a spinal cord injury. This spinal cord injury message board is run by Rutgers University.

CareCure has over 70 forums where there is discussion about everything from life, care, legislation, advocacy, sports, travel, pain, caregiving, technology, relationships, politics and much more. No subject is taboo, trust me. I have learned a lot of pros and cons about different medical procedures I have had done and/or might have done in the future. There a lot of great suggestions that can only come from someone who has gone through it.

This website has just popped up that I think will be another good resource of information. It is called SPINALpedia. I have just become a member and am just figuring it out. But it looks like it will be a great place to share ideas and do research.

There used to be a website called apparelyzed. But for some reason the owner of the site took it down. You can't even go back in time in the Internet world to get any of the info. It is a real shame. That was the best website out there and it is all gone.

If you are looking for more information about spinal cord injuries whether you yourself are injured, am a friend, family member or medical professional, I encourage you to take a look at these websites. The amount of information on them is mind-boggling. If someone has thought of it is on there.

Friday, June 16, 2017


For you trail cam aficionados here is all you need to know for the new trail cams for 2017. If you are looking to buy one for yourself or you are going to buy one for someone, hint hint, there's more information on this website then you need to know. Click the link below.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Dreams and stuff

Dreams are crazy thing. Some people think they have meaning and others do not. I do not know which way to think but this is how my dreams work.

I rarely dream. Or I rarely remember what I was dreaming about. But when I do remember it is usually not a good dream. You would think dreams would be something "dreamy." Not so much for me.

When I dream I would say pretty much 100% of the time I am not able bodied in the dream. Meaning, I am not running around the base paths. I am not hiking through the mountains. In my dreams I am not in a wheelchair either. In my dreams I am pretty much like a blob on the floor with two arms and a head sticking out. Weird stuff. The only way I move is if people grab me by the hand and drag me around. It is crazy and not very pleasant when I remember my dreams. I would much rather wake up oblivious to what has been streaming through my mind all night.

A lot of people who are paralyzed have similar dreams like this. It is crazy to read about other people's dreams and what they go through in those dreams. Sometimes they are not in a wheelchair. Sometimes they are in a wheelchair. Rarely they are like my dreams and get dragged around. In a small percentage, they are able bodied in their dreams. I have not found any explanation for these types of dreams. I imagine there is no explanation that can be scientifically proven.

I don't know if I want to dream that I am running and walking around only to wake up and realize that it was just a dream…

It is crazy how the brain works.

Another thing that is weird is when I think about myself going down a hall or down the driveway in my wheelchair, in my mind I picture myself walking. I do not picture myself in a wheelchair. Like if I am with a bunch of people and everybody is standing around, in my mind I picture myself like everyone else.

I know the wheelchair does not make the person. The person makes the person. But sometimes it is not very confirming at what the brain thinks of and perceives as real.

Thanks for reading, Clint

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Trail cam season has begun

Have started setting up trail cameras. Excited for the upcoming season. There should be some big boys roaming around that I know made it through the off-season. #moultrie #mossyoak

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Ignorance Truly Is Bliss

2016 Memorial Day weekend I took a little vacation West River. During this little five-day hiatus I didn't watch any news programs or SportsCenter. It wasn't anything I planned on doing it just happened. I haven't watched any local or national news since. I also haven't watched any sports programs besides games. A year has gone by and I do not miss it at all. I am glad I am ignorant on the current events.

Before this last year I would watch local news at least twice a day if not three times a day. I would also watch national news at least once a day. Along with getting information from TV, I read at least two or three newspapers a day. If I would miss one day of newsgathering I would feel lost. I felt like I was not doing my part in keeping up with the day’s events. I have come to realize that knowing all this useless information did not benefit me at all. I have learned over this last year that events that happen elsewhere in the country and world that do not affect me don't bother me. That might seem a little selfish but my life is truly more enjoyable.

I have learned that if something doesn't affect my friends, my family or myself it doesn't matter if I know about it or not. I used to follow local and national politics quite closely. I have come to realize that politicians are going to do what they want no matter what I think. I still contact state representatives on issues that affect local policies. In fact I just got a letter back today from one of our Senators. But of course the letter was the regular response in a template format.

I still read the headlines in two or three local newspapers a day. But I rarely read an article unless it truly has some effect on people I know. I never read political articles anymore. I pretty much just read feature stories on individuals who are making a difference. Politics have gotten way too polarizing and way to he said she said. To me it is all a bunch crap. If you can't stand for the greater good, you have no reason being in politics.

I also used to watch SportsCenter at least two times a day. For some reason that Memorial Day weekend I chose not to follow any sports stories. I still kept up with who won and lost but that is it. The stories that come out of SportsCenter and the like are pretty much pointless. Most of the stories are about contract negotiations between billionaires and millionaires. I just got sick of athletes complaining about how they can't feed their families on $20 million a year. Good grief.

Now all of this not caring doesn't mean that I'm not going to vote like some pixie fairy. Not voting is never acceptable. So when November comes around I will have to do a little research on the issues and candidates but just enough to get the gist. And I am for sure not going to get my information from corporate media. I will do my own investigating from multiple sources on each side of the issue and each side of the aisle.

I hope all of this talk doesn't make me sound like some antigovernment tofu eating hippie.

So what I've learned over the last year is that life is too short to worry about crap that you cannot help with more control. I'll also learned that I really don't care if Latrell Sprewell can feed his family on his multimillionaire salary. I have also learned that it doesn't bother me that I don't know what our president is doing. Because he is going to do it no matter what I think anyway. As long as he doesn't take my bow tag away, I really don't care.

Only 93 days until bow opener… Giggity!

Thanks for reading, Clint

Sunday, May 14, 2017

92 days in 2017

This year started off with a bang. I spent New Year's Eve at a cousin's wedding reception in Detroit Lakes. It was entertaining. I put on a good performance. I overindulged. It was a blast. Stuff and things happened… I may share couple of those stories, I may not…

Anyway, I knew this was going to be my last hurrah for a while because I was getting my new seat cushion and back rest for my wheelchair January 5. Getting these new components added to my chair meant it was going to take some time for my body to get used to them. The process of getting everything fitted took about three hours. I had to get in and out of the chair about five times. It was an exhausting day. But it was going to be well worth it because the new supports would be way more comfortable and way more forgiving on my body.

It takes a while for a body to get used to new supports and components. Skin breakdowns are a very real possibility if you push it too fast. It takes a while to get your, in the chair stamina/endurance up. For the first week after getting these new attachments I could only be in the chair for a couple hours a day and not continuous days. The second week I could be three hours a day. The fourth week was 3 1/2 hours. The fifth week could be four hours a day. I knew I wanted this to go well so I followed their instructions to a T. I did not want to push it and go backwards. Everything went well and I did not have any skin related issues or breakdowns. I was pretty excited about the new components on my chair.

So February 4 I decided to get the town and do a little celebrating Clint style. I met some friends up at the Spare Time and had my first Morgan 7 in over a month. It did not suck. About midway through the cocktail I started feeling poorly. But I did not blame the alcohol. I knew better. I sucked down the rest of the glass and started feeling worse. So I decided to have a glass of water. It didn't help. I knew something wasn't right. So I had my buddy bring me home. I believe I was home before 11 PM. Sad. I decided to check my temperature and found out it was 103°. No wonder why I didn't feel good. I knew it wasn't the alcohol. So I pounded some aspirin and I actually felt pretty good for the next day and a half. Stayed home for the Super Bowl and felt good. I even canceled my clinic appointment I made for Monday because I felt normal. Tuesday was a different story.

I got in the chair around noon on February 7 and started to feel poorly again. Checked my temperature and it was back up to 103°. I was also experiencing autonomic dysreflexia (AD). I decided to go to the emergency room in Lisbon to find out what was going on. I figured it was a UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). I get UTI's a lot because I produce kidney and bladder stones faster than a rabbit on a first date. After a quick initial test it was determined there was an infection but it wasn't a UTI. So they decided to keep me overnight. The next day they figured out that I had a blood infection. So I stayed over another night and they pumped me full of antibiotics. Thursday the doctor came into my room in the morning and told me they wanted to ship me to Fargo because they have an ICU. I guess the nurses in Lisbon were freaking out just in case I went septic. I guess I don't blame them. I know most of them and they were quite concerned. I didn't realize how bad it was until later. I only ever heard of septic shock on TV shows. So I figured it must suck.

So that day, Thursday I got an ambulance ride to Fargo. It's not as fun as it sounds. I got there just in time for nurse shift change so that was a cluster. I had three nurses within two hours. In that time I also had a doctor check me out and go through my history. He was neat. Can't remember his name.

Friday morning I had a passel of doctors in and out of my room poking and prodding me. They were trying to determine blood infection originated from. They found the source and surgery was scheduled for Saturday. In the meantime they were pumping me full of some powerful antibiotics. The surgery happened around 11 on Saturday morning. They cleaned out the infected site and told me I could probably leave in a couple days. It turned out to be three days because I got home on Wednesday, February 15.

Since that time I have been trying to heal the infected site by being on complete bed rest. The only time I have been in the chair is when I was going to a doctor's appointment. While on bed rest, I have had physical and occupational therapy for couple weeks after I got home. Also since I got home I have had home health two or three times a week, every week. That still continues. I also continued IV antibiotics for six weeks when I got home, which I had three times a day.

In the beginning of this process I didn't think it was going to take that long but shit happens. I just keep reminding myself that hopefully when this is all over I will be better off and better than ever. There was also just glad I was at home and not in the hospital during this process.

This is the longest I have ever had to be on house arrest. It was a total of 92 days on bed rest. I have had two other times when I had to lay down to heal up. In 2007 I had to lie down for three months in the hospital to heal up my back after surgery. That hospital stay sucked except for the handful of nurses who made the stay tolerable. The other time took place during the summer of 99. That time I also had to lie down for three months to heal a pressure sore on my leg. There was a lot of PlayStation, Skoal and Mountain Dew consumed that summer. Good times.

Last week I was told I could get out of bed but very selectively. Just because I am off of complete bed rest doesn't mean I can do whatever I want. It is going to take quite a while to get my "in chair time" stamina back to the usual six hours a day. As of now I am limited to 2 hours a day in the chair. Plus I need to tilt back every hour for at least five minutes. Plus, I cannot get up on back-to-back days. Every couple weeks I can increase my time being up in the chair as long as there are no setbacks. So you can see that this process is going to take a while for me to get back in my old form. The new backrest and seat cushion should help eliminate some of these breakdowns in the future. I am hoping by hunting season I will be able to sit whenever I want. Priorities.

Again, I do not want any sympathy. That is not the reason why I wrote this. I wrote this just to show what it takes to be a quad and to live life. Everybody has problems, able-bodied or not. It just depends on your perception and attitude of life. Ulcers are just a part of life for a quad. Especially if you are out and about as much as I am. But that's the price we pay for trying to be normal. 

2017 Timeline of Stuff and Things:
February 4 - started feeling like crap
February 7 - went to Lisbon emergency room
February 9 - transferred to Fargo Sanford
February 11 - surgery to clean infection
February 15 - discharge, went home
March 10 - got wound VAC
March 24 - removed PICC line, no more IVs
April 20 - still healing well, hurry up and wait
May 4 - removed wound VAC
May 10 - can start getting up limited time. Two hours max.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Thank you Nurses

The nurse patient relationship is unique. It can be a special bond. I don't know if it goes the same for the nurses but knowing enough of them, I assume the relationship means the same for them.

It is crazy what they'll do for a patient. The things they have to do, the things they choose to do, the things they want to do and the things they are obligated to do for a patient are way beyond what most people would do for another person. Some professions are more than a job. Being a nurse is one of them. It is a more of a calling than a job.

It's amazing what you will share with a nurse, someone you probably just met. It goes way beyond the physical stuff. It is more about the personal stuff. It's amazing what they will share with you. Sometimes I think patients become a sounding board. That is perfectly okay for what they have to put up with. I have gotten close to quite a few different nurses over the years. The conversations can get quite entertaining and sometimes eye-opening. The filters are pretty much off.

The amount of energy they put into every day taking care of their patients would be overwhelming for most. The amount of things they have to put up with would be way too much for most people. They put up with patients and their families at their worst. I can't believe what I have seen them put up with, especially from the families. And they do this every day, over and over again.

The stress dealing with patients would be hard to leave at work. It has to take a toll on their personal lives. Nurses give a lot of their personal time and a lot of their lives to helping others. The devotion to their careers is immeasurable.

I have so many examples of kindness, generosity and just pure friendship from this special relationship. There are too many examples to share in this post of the unselfishness they have shown me through the years wherever I have received their care. I could type forever.

I have the most respect for nurses and what they do. So thank a nurse next time you see one. Thanks for everything you have done for me. I am indebted to you.

Thanks for reading, Clint

PS: When I use the term nurse I mean that to encompass certified nursing assistants, nurses’ aides, etc.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

I got violated once, a bunch of times…

I can't believe I'm going to write about this and actually post it in a public place. But some of the stuff is just too good not to share. Some of you have witnessed stuff and things that have happened to me. Some of the randomness that happens to me is absolutely not normal. So sit back and enjoy.

I have kept names out of these stories to protect the not so innocent… Also, you'll notice there are no pictures. I will keep it that way. At least I hope there is no evidence out there…

This story is a classic. Some of you who are reading this could probably add some more details because you watched and laughed. But here's the gist. I was in a quaint little village not too far from Enderlin for an anniversary party. The family of the couple has been friends of ours forever. Anyway I was minding my own business talking to a table full of friends outside of the party when all of a sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked to my right and the next thing I knew there was a face right in front of mine. She said, "I know who you are." I said, "I have no idea who you are." She said, "Let's get to know each other." Then all of a sudden I noticed her tongue down my throat. Good grief. The next thing I heard was someone yelling, "She is married!" I had absolutely no clue who she was. I didn't know if she was married, single or confused. Then someone pulled her away. Geesh. I swear it wasn't my fault.

Here is another doozy of a story. Steven and I decided to go to Lisbon one night. We prefer the Cattleman's, so that's where we headed. When we got into the bar there weren’t many people at all. We headed to the back and passed one table of older ladies. When we got to the back of the bar it was dark and we were the only ones back there. We decided to grab a table, have a couple cocktails and decide what was going to be our next option for the evening. I don't know if Steven saw her coming up behind me but I had no clue what was going on. All of a sudden this older lady has her face right in front of mine. Again, I have no clue who this lady is. She doesn't say a word. And you guessed it, the next thing I know is her tongue is down my throat. I backed away and she finally caught on. I don't remember the conversation after that but I do remember telling Steven, "Let's get the hell out of here!"

We decided to go to the F & L to reassess the situation that just unfolded. Things got neat there also. The older lady went there too. A new friend that I met that night was told the story about the older lady and her wondering appendages. This new friend could tell I was a little rattled/scared and we came up with the safeword "sailboat" to yell if it happened again. The older lady tried to violate me again and I forgot the safeword but I was able to evade her advances without any repercussions, except for the nightmares.

We then hightailed it home. I almost technicolor yawned all over the shaggin wagon on the way home reminiscing about the evenings events. Geesh… Good times.

I have been violated once at O'Kelly's, many times. This isn't why this used to be my favorite stop in Fargo. The owner, employees and Pepsi products were the reasons I kept coming back. FYI, Morgan Pepsi is a lot better than Morgan Coke. There are just too many stories that happened there to try and condense into a story. O'Kelly's, where everybody knows my name… Or did.

I have been to Woody's once in my life. That one time was entertaining to say the least. I met a bunch of buddies there just for a get together. There were probably 10 of us. Per usual the cocktails were flowing and one thing led to another. One of my friends wanted to go for a ride on the back of my chair. So he hopped on back and I pushed my way through the crowded bar. I wasn't making any headway so we came up with a plan. We decided to make a racetrack around the bar by pushing people and tables out of our way. After a couple hot laps we were asked to stop. Thankfully we were not asked to leave, yet.

Being the fine respectable people that we are we obliged and decided to relax for a bit and have some cocktails. During this time there was a lady eyeballing my buddy. So I went over to her and asked her what was up. She wanted his name. I told her he was happily involved with his girlfriend. She then asked what my name was, with a proposition. Any who, about that time her husband came into the bar looking for her. He was not happy. I talked him out of beating one of us up. They left. So we went back to the racetrack. Then I was asked to leave.

There are a bunch more stories from throughout the territory. The Fargo VFW, O'Leary's, Hooligans, Lonesome Dove, Dempsey's, Bismarck Tavern, The Empire… Oh the memories… But I have to save something for myself and the innocent bystanders.

In a lot of these stories the husband or significant other wasn't too impressed with me. But I always figure I am not the one that is happily married. It isn't my fault their wife/girlfriend is morally relaxed…

Thanks for reading, Clint

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Why me?

It is hard not to ask, "Why me?" But it doesn't do any good. Of course I look back and think how my life could be different. I think everyone does that. But being different doesn't mean it would be better. No one can ever know that. Some people just dwell on the bad things. Your life is going to suck doing that.

This is what I think when I ask myself, "Why me?" It might sound weird for me to say but I don't think my accident could have happened to anyone more suited or prepared to deal with it. I am not tooting my own horn. I believe that to be the truth. The main reason I believe this is because of the support that I get day in and day out. It is truly overwhelming. If I need anything, all I need to do is contact one of my family members or friends. My family and friends are truly the best. They don't suck.

Instead of asking, "Why me?" You should try asking, "Why not me?" Crap happens to everybody. It is how you deal with it that makes it worse or not. Depends on your perspective.

I am not a big believer in that karma crap or things happen for a reason theory. My theory is, "Shit Happens, deal with it!"

That might sound a little simplistic but life really is simple. Your life might suck sometimes but it isn't going to suck forever. The sooner you realize that the less it will suck.

Thanks for reading, Clint

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Being Positive and stuff

First off, I do not take happy pills. Not that there's anything wrong with that but that is not why I am usually in a good mood. I have had people assume that I take drugs because I am positive and happy. I guess I was just born that way.

I cannot stand people who feel sorry for me. There are a lot more people way worse off than I am. Of course there are days I feel sorry for myself. And those are days I do not like. Feeling sorry for yourself is the worst possible attitude you can have. It gets you nowhere. The only thing you attract is more pity. I have seen enough stuff in my life and been through enough stuff in my life to know what works and what doesn't. Negativity and self-loathing never works. Just remember, your worst day is probably someone's best day…

Like I said before being positive isn't always easy. I know some people that wake up in the morning and must think to themselves, "What am I going to be pissed about today?" That has to be a crappy way to go through life. Take a look around, I bet you know a couple of these people. I am not trying to say that every day is balloons and lollipops for me but every day isn't the end of the world either. Some days I wake up and think how in the hell do I do it. But then I kick myself in my ass and trudge forward.

It might seem like I have all my stuff together but some days holy shinto… I don't have those holy shinto days very often but when I do it sucks. When I do have one of those days it is usually because I cannot do something I want to do. It usually has to do with something physical that is impossible for me to do. These things usually don't bother me but like I said some days suck.

One thing that really gets me down some days is when I cannot help people way I want to. Especially when I have friends in need who could use help doing a project, building something, repairing something or help with something that requires muscle. I used to be good at that stuff. I also enjoyed doing it.

Another thing that helps being positive is just knowing some people. Sometimes just knowing a particular person makes you want to raise the bar higher. Knowing them makes you happy and positive. You know who you are…

(Took this pic on the way to McLeod. Got home at 4:30 AM. Good times.)

If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is when people complain about mundane and tedious stuff. Next time you complain about doing something dull like cleaning the house or doing a chore, remember there are people out there that would love to be able to do some of your monotonous stuff.

I did not write this to make people feel sorry for me. I did not write this to have a pity party. If that is what you took out of this, you did it wrong.

Thanks for reading, Clint