I made this blog to tell about my experiences and thoughts while sharing products that have worked for me, being a quadriplegic hunter, fisherman and outdoorsman. It will mostly be everything hunting but with a little life mixed in.
Nothing happens unless the day is seized. Don't look back
on what you should have done. Trials in life are just that. If you get that
second chance, grab it…
I have to commend the North Dakota game and fish for a lot
of things they do. Their dedication to the youth in the state is unmatched.
From Hunter safety through the different youth seasons, the opportunities for
youth in the state are endless. Upland game and waterfowl populations are at an
all-time level. Big game have been affected by things no one could've
predicted. But still the opportunities are plenty to fill a tag.
But one thing that needs to be addressed is the length of
time it takes for drawing results for big game. In 2015 the game and fish tried
to get everything electronic to speed up the process. In the last couple years
the process has actually dragged out longer. One excuse is that there are still
some who apply using paper applications. But this excuse doesn't hold any water
seeing that other states also have the combination of paper and electronic
applications and they get through the process much quicker.
When the game and fish is asked why the process takes too
long, they of course say there are many factors. One factor they say is it
takes a long time to process the gratis tags. This should have no bearing on
the process at all. Other states have gratis tag systems like ours and it does
not add any time to the drawing at all. If the state is auditing applicants who
are applying for gratis, that shouldn't affect applicants in a whole different
category. Or just make the gratis due date earlier.
Another argument is that is the game and fish needs to do
their aerial surveys in order to find out how many animals are available to
hunt. It is through the surveys that they determine how many licenses are
available in each unit. The surveys are done in January and February because
the snow covered ground makes it easier to spot game. So from beginning of
survey through hunters actually receiving their tags, or knowing they are going
to receive a tag, the process takes months. In other states this process takes
weeks even sometimes just hours.
You might be thinking why we need the drawing results sooner.
It is not because we as hunters are impatient, it is that we need to plan. Many
people need months in advance to take vacation with their jobs. Getting lottery
results in late July or August is not enough time for some people to plan and
get time off from their jobs for the hunting season in November. A lot of time
and money goes into every season for hunters. We all know waiting for the
results is part of the process no matter if you are hunting your home state or
applying in states throughout the US. It would be nice to know if you had a
North Dakota tag so you can plan on hunting trips.
All we are asking for as hunters and sportsmen is that the
process be sped up. There is no reason why with technology these days that the
results need to drag out as long as they do. The quicker the results get posted
the sooner sportsmen can plan, scout, get vacation, make arrangements and do
their best to have a successful hunt. Like I said before, the game and fish
does a lot of things great but the licensing division is one thing that needs
an overhaul.
Examples from this year's drawing times:
North Dakota deer rifle applications were due June 7. The
results came on July 31. - 54 days waiting for results. Seasons started
November 10.
South Dakota West River deer applications were due July 19
at 8 AM and results were July 26. - 7 days waiting for results. Season started
November 11.
South Dakota pronghorn applications were due at 8 AM August
16. Results were posted at 11 AM August 16. - 3 hours waiting for results.
Season started September 30.
Montana big game - nonresident deer application deadline
March 15, results were April 17. - 33 days waiting for results. Season started
October 21.
North Dakota pronghorn applications were available July 18,
2017, results were August 21. - 34 days waiting for results. The season opened
September 1.
Minnesota Bear Hunt Lottery - Applications available late
March. The deadline was May 5. If you have been chosen to receive a 2017 quota
bear license, you will receive a postcard as your notice in the mail by
mid-June 2017. The season started September 1.
Thanks for reading, Clint Amendment: I have to give credit where credit is due. The North Dakota Game & Fish released the 2018 deer application results almost a month earlier this year than previous years. Good work. https://gf.nd.gov/news/2503
I truly appreciate all of the donations. But I can't get
over feeling totally guilt ridden. I don't deserve this generosity. This is no
one's problem but my own. It sucks getting handouts. I don't want to sound like
I am ungrateful because I am truly grateful. Beyond words grateful. But it
tears me apart being on this side of the dollar. I don't know how anyone can
take something for nothing. People congratulate me and tell me how much they
like the pickup. They should be congratulating themselves. They are the ones
who deserve praise. I wish I didn't feel like this. I wish I could just be
accepting of everything that has been donated. But I don't think I will ever
get over how much everyone supports me.
The other day I got $100 cash sent to me randomly through
the mail. What am I supposed to do with that? I know most will say go and have
fun with it. But how can you possibly do that knowing that money was probably
hard earned and given to you with no questions asked. I know you don't expect
anything in return or expect money donated to be earmarked toward something
when given randomly but when you are on the receiving end it is different, at
least for me. I don't know what to do with this money. I'm pretty sure they
don't want me blowing it in the jars or buying rounds at the bar. I guess it
will go towards gas for the pickup. I don't know why but it gives me an uneasy
feeling.
A lot of people ask me, "I bet you can't wait for a
cure." Of course I would like a cure for paralysis. But it is too late for
me. I do not want a cure for myself. That might sound a little not right. But
it is the truth. My body now is kind of like a trophy with a lot of battle scars
that is unfixable.
Like a lot of things about paralysis it is hard to explain.
If tomorrow there was some miraculous cure that could repair spinal cord injuries
and I took it that would be a day I would be in a lot of pain. I wouldn't even
want to imagine the amount of pain I would be in physically and mentally. But
even if there was a miraculous cure it wouldn't help because of the bullet in
my spinal column. That is another story.
After years of not being able to feel, a paralyzed body
starts to break down and deform. The joints, the cartilage and stuff are pretty
much shot after five or 10 years. All of the cushioning between the bones has
deteriorated. So as you could imagine the pain would be unbearable.
Along with that there is also the muscle atrophy. When you
do not use muscles they become almost dead. I used to have spasms in my legs,
the spasms kept some muscle tone in my legs but I haven't had spasms in my legs
for many years. My leg muscles are pretty much dead. That may be a hard pill
for some to swallow but that is the reality. I wouldn't want to even imagine
the feeling of being able to feel and not being able to move an appendage. That
would suck.
The amount of surgeries that it would take for all of my
joints and muscles to get back to somewhat of a normal function would be
unbelievable. I don't think I could bear that many surgeries.
So for the above reasons I do not want a cure for myself.
But of course I want a cure for people it could help. I myself am beyond
repair. I am pretty much just spare parts now pieced together. Kind of like an
old junker car that somehow keeps on running.
I have hope for others of course but it is too late for
quads like myself. The sooner people realize that the sooner they can focus on
living your life as a quad.
For more information about issues after spinal cord injury follow the links below.
It seems that the non-hunting public
believes that the premises of hunting are to use a weapon and fulfill some
inner need to kill. Not to say that we take pulling the trigger lightly.
But most hunts are about the relationships made, experiences gained and the
memories lived.
One of the ways to make all of these
things happen is to hunt new territory. It doesn't matter if you are just
hunting the other side of your hunting unit, the other side of the county, the
other side of the state or another state altogether. Hunting new territory to
me is what the sport is all about. There is nothing like hunting a new or
foreign territory that you haven’t had the opportunity to experience.
Hunting new territory usually means using
different methods or pursuing a different animal. It also means exploring and
scouting land that you have never stepped foot on. There is something about the
exploration part of it that just makes it exciting. I think it is the unknown
and the challenge that captures so many of us sportsmen to chase our dreams.
Hunting new territory is and always
glorious. Knocking on doors and asking for access isn't always easy and it
doesn't always end in success. It seems to get harder and harder every year to
gain access. But with persistence and a grateful demeanor you can be surprised
at what land you can get on.
If private land isn't an option, most
states have public land available for hunting. I would suggest contacting the
local wildlife biologist. They are a valuable resource that gets underutilized.
Public land can be challenging when dealing with the pressure from other
hunters but in the end that will make it more rewarding when filling your tag.
In my hunting career I have been lucky
enough to hunt in three different states chasing or pursuing three different
animals in three entirely different terrains or environments. In my home state
of North Dakota, I usually hunt in the southeastern part of the state chasing
whitetail deer or turkeys that congregate in tree rows and river bottoms
amongst sections of cropland. Hunting familiar territory is good and bad. It's
good in that you are familiar with the lay of the land and you know what the
animals or you think you know what the animals are going to do. But this
is also bad because I believe it makes you stagnant and complacent. So when I
get the opportunity to hunt a different unit or different state I jump on it.
This isn't always possible for everyone for many different reasons, but if you
ever get the chance to hunt new territory I would recommend it.
The first time I ever hunted out of my
element was in 2009 when I went with a group of friends to western North Dakota
to hunt pronghorn with our bows. This was the first time for me ever hunting
west of my home units and seeking pronghorn. I was unsuccessful during this
hunt but the experiences and the memories are etched in my brain. Hunting in a
pop-up blind next to huge buttes watching pronghorn delude me was awesome. I am
hoping next year I will have enough points to draw a North Dakota pronghorn
tag. I can't get enough of the terrain of the western part of the state. Just
seeing the sites is worth it to me.
In 2010, I was lucky enough to draw a
Minnesota bear tag. I had always wanted to hunt northern Minnesota surrounded
by the tall pines waiting for a big old Bruin to walk by. There is something
eerily satisfying about sitting in a pop-up blind not being able to see more
than 20 yards in any direction waiting for a bear that could be not so
friendly. I hunted seven days that fall with my crossbow and never saw a bear
while I was hunting. Two bears were brought into camp while I was there and
that was worth it to me. Celebrating other hunter’s success is just as much a
part of it as anything. The black bear is still on my bucket list. I will be back.
2013 brought me to Wyoming chasing
pronghorn around the town of Douglas with my .243 Remington Model 7400. This
truly was a life changing event for me... And it really has nothing to do with
the hunt. It has more to do with meeting and getting to know the guides and
hunters that took part in the Helluva Hunt that year. That year I was selected
for Helluva Hunt's annual rifle pronghorn hunt for disabled hunters. The
outpouring of generosity and just pure welcoming from that community for those
five days was unbelievable. The actual hunt took under 45 minutes if I recall
correctly. But again the memories will last a lifetime. The road trip there and
back was also memorable. Driving through the South Dakota Black Hills and the
wide open spaces of Wyoming brings you back in time.
For hunting new territory in the future I
am planning and purchasing points for South Dakota pronghorn and mule deer,
hope to hunt mule deer and elk in Montana and would love to go back to northern
Minnesota to fill a bear tag.
As you can see, it won't matter if I
actually take an animal or not, it is about the experiences while hunting and
the memories made while chasing our dreams. The actual taking of the animal if
we are lucky, is just a small part of the overall experience that keeps us
sportsmen pursuing our passion.
Well today was the first day that I was able to get out
hunting with my crossbow this year because of medical reasons. I haven't even
shot any practice rounds with my bow at all. I have had my trail cameras set up
since June just in case I would be able to get out. But with my limited time in
the chair, things just didn't line up right until this weekend. Usually by this
time in the season I have been out 20 times or so. This year has sucked.
About a week ago a
local landowner got a hold of me and told me that he has had around eight
different bucks and dozens of does continuously on a specific piece of his
land. He told me if I wanted to hunt, he wouldn't think it would take very long
for me to get a shot. Three days ago the landowner Steve and my buddy Don
rearranged some round bales to make a little blind for me.
Today, Sunday November 12 was going to be at first day of
the season for me. I was pumped. As time got closer to 2:30 PM, when Don was
going to pick me up, I was shaking with anticipation. You don't know how much
you miss something until it is taken away. Of course in my excitement I forgot
to bring a couple things. I forgot my camouflage burlap which I wrap around
myself for cover. I also forgot to bring along my decocking arrow. I really
thought not having the camouflage burlap was going to screw me over. I asked
Don if there was anything in the pickup and he brought out a red and black
plaid blanket. Better than nothing I guess. Then I told Don that I forgot my
decocking arrow. He said, "Well hopefully we won't need it." My
thoughts exactly.
I got set up right at 3 PM
knowing that the deer started moving around 4 PM. That gave me an hour for the
woods to settle down. My buddy Don was sitting in a deer tower about 50 yards
away. At 4 PM the first doe made an appearance. She came from the West and was
headed my way but she soon realized something was up and must've winded me
because she broke North and never appeared again. With me sitting in between the
round bales, I really couldn't see what was going on three sides of me. Around 5
PM a small doe came from the East and stood right in front of me. All of a
sudden she bolted and I soon realized why. A little 3 x 3 buck was dogging her.
I grunted at him but he would not stop in the right spot. He had more important
things on his mind.
At 5:20 PM, it was starting to get dark and low light. I
decided to make a couple grunts to see if there was anything around. After I
made two soft grunts, a doe stuck her head around the bales and looked right at
me. She was at least 15 feet away. But she knew something was up. Maybe it was
my plaid blanket. Could've been the wind also. It was swirling the whole night.
But as soon as that doe left, a 4 x 4 buck followed her. I grunted at him and
this time this buck stopped in the right spot. He looked like he was going to
run again so I grunted again. He was at 25 yards and I squeezed the trigger on
my crossbow. The next thing I knew, he was tipped over and didn't go anywhere.
There is no reason why this should have happened. I could feel the wind in the back of my head all evening, the wound vac was making noise every 5 minutes, couldn't reach grunt call so I had to mouth it and I forgot my camouflage burlap. To say I was ill-prepared would be an understatement. Can't explain it. Sometimes you just have to be thankful.
I texted Don and he made his way over to me. When he got
over he said, "Did you see that big guy?" I told him I only saw the
two little bucks. He said Mr. Big was just to the east of me and went south
before he came in my shooting area. Don also said he was watching the buck in
front of me and all of a sudden it just tipped over. He said that was something
to see. Not realizing I was going to shoot that one.
Got a hold of Steve the landowner and he was there within fifteen
minutes. We took some pictures, reminisced about what happened, gutted the buck
and brought him to the locker.
This year has been a struggle for many reasons. Not being
able to hunt is one of the biggest struggles for me. I am very glad and fortunate
to have great friends who will do anything for me. This hunt today couldn't
have gone any better. I usually like to drag out my hunting season three or
four months. But being able to get it done quickly this year means a lot. I
just didn't have the time this year. Already looking forward to next year. Thanks Steve and Don.
I can't believe some the stuff I've been able to do.
Physically that is. I have done some neat stuff without any repercussions or
negative effects on my body. I have spent way too many hours in my chair. Way
too many. I have only had three setbacks in 23 years. This is extraordinary for
all the stuff and things I have been able to accomplish and experience.
Here's one little example. I can't believe I'm going to tell
the story but here it goes.
This was one heck of a bachelor party. The future groom to
be, Otto and the rest of the boys were shooting trap at Horace throughout the
afternoon and I was going to meet them at O'Kelly's. From there we would get on
a party bus and head to the infamous stripper club in Shelly, Minnesota. I
believe I got to O'Kelly's around 6 PM. The bus was departing around 7 PM. The
pre-party was entertaining because there was karaoke. I sang two songs, dropped
the mic and got on the bus. Clint style.
There were probably around 20 guys on the bus. Along with a
lot of booze, BS and good times. I believe we stopped twice on the way up to
our destination. I think the first stop was in Georgetown. I don't think that bartender
will ever be the same. Just picture a horde of 20 thirsty individuals pouncing
on some poor unexpecting bartender who didn't even see it coming. Frazzled she
was. We stopped at another bar along the way, don't remember which one. I
didn't get out. Sometimes even I know when to say when. I wanted to pace myself
for the destination.
As we pulled into the gentlemen's club parking lot, the
place is dead. Not many vehicles at all. That is a good thing. No crowd. So as
we are pushed through the cattle chute, getting checked for IDs and
paraphernalia, the mob is giddy with anticipation.
Of course when the doors open everyone goes straight towards
the bar. Need to calm your nerves evidently. After getting my Morgan I made a
direct path to the stage, right up front on sniffers row. It was entertaining
my friends. The third dancer that came out was eyeballing me. Just when it was
getting good, her song was over and she went back through the curtain. All of a
sudden during the break she comes walking out and gives me the come hither
look. I didn't want to disappoint so I let her grab my hand and bring me back
to den of sin.
After twenty minutes or so of stuff and things, she said
time was up. I told her I had a favor to ask of her. I gave her a $20 bill and
asked if she would ride on my chair while I paraded through the club. She was
willing and I was happy in the facial region. So she hops on my chair, naked as
a bluebird and I throw it into fifth gear and bust through the curtains and do
a couple hot laps. The look on people's faces was priceless. I thought a couple
of the older gentlemen were going to stroke out. It was great fun until the
bouncers told me I had to quit. Jerks. I sadly obliged and brought her back to
her room.
Sidebar: She had a tattoo of two Derringers that was in a
very private place. It was neat. Let's just say if she was in a police lineup,
I would be able to pick her out in 1.8 seconds. Good grief.
The ride back was kind of a blur. I think we left the club
around midnight. We didn't stop anywhere on the way home. Thank goodness. I
remember driving through the residential streets in Moorhead wondering what we
were doing. I asked my friend Trey who was sitting in back with me, "Where
are we going? I just want to go to bed." He said, "Me too buddy, me
too." Eventually we made our way back to O'Kelly's right at closing time.
I was able to get in the doors because I know people. I wanted to hide out
because I didn't want anyone else camping out in my room. It's good to know
people.
Wedding #10 of 12. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
To clarify I wasn't really a bridesmaid, I was an usher for this special
occasion.
Anyway this is just one of the average examples of what been able to do. Looking back I don't know
how I have been able to do so many things while being in a chair. The experts
say I'm only supposed to be in the chair around a maximum of six hours a day.
And throughout those six hours a day I am supposed to tilt back for ten minutes
every hour. So that infamous day I was in my chair for about nine hours and I
only tilted back once, giggity.
I haven't followed doctors’ orders at all really over these
23 years. And I'm glad I haven't followed their orders. Otherwise this story
would not have happened, endless hours of hunting would not have happened, road
trip to Vegas would not have happened and countless other stories would not
have happened.
Sometimes you need to live your own life my friends and to
hell with the consequences. This year I am paying the consequences but it has
been well worth it…
Thanks for reading, Clint. Congratulations Ashley and
Otto.
I sometimes hear people complaining about how wild game
tastes "gamy." It always makes me wonder how this can be. How can some
things taste so great to many, taste gamy to so many others?
There are a couple reasons why this may be. The first reason
is how people take care of their game after the shot. I don't know how many
times I have seen people drive around all day after shooting something in the
morning and finally take care of their meat in the evening. If you had a half a
beef in the back of your pickup with hide on or a chicken with full carcass do
you think that would taste good after 12 hours? I myself don't like my meat
pre-tenderized from bouncing around in the back of a pickup seasoned with dust
from the countryside. But that's just me.
I have heard people say that they have never had a good meal
when it comes to pronghorn. This blows my mind. I have never had a bad meal.
This is probably because every piece of pronghorn meat I have eaten has been
taking care of. If you think it always tastes like sage, you are doing it
wrong.
If you have one of these racks that attaches to your bumper,
please do not carry your game carcass on it. These things are designed for
luggage. Not a piece of meat that you intend to put in your mouth. Every piece
of dust from the vehicle is going to collect on this rack and make your meat
taste like the dirt and grit that is penetrating it. And wrapping it in a blue
tarp doesn't help. But it looks cool…
If you want your game
to taste good you need to take care of it. If you can't get it home right away
and in the freezer, take it to a meat locker if you can. The best way to
preserve your game is to cool down the meat as soon as possible. This isn't
always easy or possible but there are ways to make it work. Bring along coolers
with ice and some water to wash off the meat after it is deboned. It doesn't
even need to be deboned or quartered. Just cool it. Bring along plastic bags
and not colored plastic garbage bags. Sometimes the colored plastic can wear off
onto the meat and give it an off taste. Cheesecloth bags don't suck.
The
gutless method of taking care of big game is great at preserving meat and
getting the best possible flavor you can get. Do yourself a favor and Google
this method. You won't regret it. First couple times may take longer than your
usual gutting method but you will catch on quick.
I have to admit, sometimes wild game does have a
"gamy" taste to it even if you take all of the necessary steps. But
that is what makes it good, natural. I myself prefer a filet of northern over a
filet of walleye any day. Northern to me has more flavor and to some northern
tastes "fishy." That fishy flavor is just that, flavor to me. I
prefer pheasant, duck and goose way over any piece of chicken.
I am a slut for wild game.
I know I am preaching to the choir for most of you but a
wise man once told me, "Take care of your meat!"
So this one time at Sanford Inn and Suites I got my kidney
stones removed, a bunch of times. I really don't know how many surgeries I have
had for stones either in my kidneys or bladder. It's got to be pushing double
digits. I have had them blasted a couple times. The last four times they have
used the ureter stent procedure known as percutaneous lithotripsy surgery.
That's when they stick a tube through your ribs and in to the kidney. They pull
the kidney stones out through the tube and the tube stays in for a couple
weeks.
This time I had the tube placement surgery on October 24 and
the stone removal surgeries the next day. This time they did the right side. In
August it was the left side. Two years ago they did the same thing on both sides
and the bladder. Having stones is one of the perks of being a quad. It is the
result of not moving around. Everything settles and collects at the bottom of
the kidneys and forms the stones of pleasure.
I have been having so many surgeries the last 10 or so years
that I am beginning to become recognized. I even get recognized when I am
getting pushed down the hall with a hairnet on. I don't even recognize myself
after a couple days in the hospital. Nurses, doctors, dietitians, office staff
and transfer people know me by first name. That probably isn't a good thing.
But at least I know they care enough to remember my name.
When I was getting prepped for the stent placement, I was in
the imaging operating room. At least that's what I think they call it. Anyway
of course one of the nurses goes, "Do you know so-and-so from
Enderlin?" She went on to explain that her best friend is dating a guy
from Enderlin. Pretty soon there were four of us reminiscing stories. But then
the anesthesiologist came in and ruined the party. It was sleepy time.
My board is always entertaining. My TV was an 1983 Zenith. You'd think they could afford flat screens with good cable.
During the second day while I was in the hospital, the
charge nurse came into my room. She just came in to visit. Then she says,
"Do you remember when you were here a couple years ago when that CNA
tipped over in your room?" I actually didn't remember until she reminded
me of it. During kidney stone surgery two years ago a CNA was helping a nurse
in my room doing something and all of a sudden her eyes rolled back up in her
head and she tipped over. Pretty soon there were four or five doctors in my
room and a crash cart. She turned out to be okay. But that made for an
interesting day. Throughout the rest of the day nurses would be popping in
asking me what happened. Anyway the charge nurse said, "We were sure glad
that if it had to happen it happened in your room, nothing seems to faze
you." I guess I will take that as a compliment I told her. She said some
people would've freaked out. It seems like there's never a dull moment when I
am involved. Geesh.
I pretty much have the menu memorized from doing time in
Sanford. I know what sucks least. I usually go for the chicken breast,
scalloped potatoes and fruit plate. I figure that stuff is pretty hard to screw
up. But hospital food is always so bland. It doesn't even matter how much salt
you put on it. I even think that their salt is bland. But thankfully this time
my niece brought me a sixpack and a pound from Taco John's. That didn't suck.
It's amazing how much flavor food has when you get out of the hospital or have
something brought in from the outside. Hospital food has no flavor. It's crazy
when I get home and have a hot meal that is not lukewarm, with flavor.
I am always nervous on the supposedly discharge day.
Something usually goes wrong. But this time everything went smooth. I was out
of there by 1:30 PM on the third day as scheduled. Usually the doctor doesn't
get the papers filled out in time. Or if the discharge papers are filled out,
it happens during shift change and that is always a cluster. This time the
nurse practitioner of urology came in the morning and told me she will get
everything lined up for me to go if everything turns out okay during the x-rays
to see if they got all the stones. She rocks. She said, "It’s always good
to see you but I wish I didn't have to see you all the time when you are in the
hospital." I told her that goes both ways…
Kidney stones suck. Plain and simple. But they are part of
being me. They have become somewhat chronic with me. I really don't look
forward to doing this every two years. Next step is to try and change my diet
to lessen the chance of growing stones in the future. I read over what they
wanted me to eat and not eat. It's going to suck. But if it helps not getting
more kidney stones I guess I will oblige.
Not much has changed since this post on May 14, 2017. Click here for a refresher.
My site that got infected in February has still not healed completely. It has
gotten a lot smaller but it will not come to the surface, it does not want to
close for some reason. Slow healing is one of the perks of being a quad. In the
meantime I am still on bed rest except for one or two days a week. During those
days I can get up for 2 1/2 hours. During those 2 1/2 hours I need to tilt back
in my chair every hour for ten minutes. I try to make the most of my time being
in the chair and doing it Clint style. But I have behaved for the most part.
You would think being laid up this long that the time would
drag on. But for some reason it seems like it has gone fast. I imagine that is
a good thing. But there are a couple reasons why I believe this has happened.
I can't thank home health enough for what they have done for
me. Not only the medical stuff but just being there when I need them. Home
health has been coming to the house at least once a week and up to three times
a week depending on the orders they get from my providers. They have been with
me through the whole process since February and will be with me until I am
healed. I don't know where I would be without their help. Having to do all of
this in the hospital or rehab facility would suck.
I started physical therapy at home in September after my
left side kidney stone removal surgeries. They usually beat the hell out of me
in surgery so the Sanford caseworker put in the referral for therapy. Also,
being on this much bed rest is tough on your joints and muscles. Atrophy sucks.
Before all of this started in February, I did physical
therapy for about a year and a half for pain that was in my neck and shoulders.
Along with getting rid of the pain we worked on strengthening. If you have
noticed I haven't used my head rest on my wheelchair in over a year and a half.
But the bed rest these last eight months has reversed what we gained from the
previous sessions. With the help that I have been getting from PT twice a week,
the discomfort from being in bed so long has greatly diminished.
We are very lucky to have these types of services available
to come directly to our homes in our area. I don't know what I would do without
home health and physical therapy. They are truly lifesavers.
20 year class reunion. Just the cool kids.
But being laid up this long has also sucked. I have missed a
lot of stuff. Two of the biggest things I have missed has been just being
outside and everything that encompasses, plus going to baseball games. I
haven't shot my crossbow or any guns this summer at all. I believe I only made
it to one baseball game. Go Indies! I really miss not being out hunting. Bow season
started this year September 1. I haven't been out once. I hope to get out
during the peak rut in November. I also got out to the shooting range a couple
times but would've liked to have gone more. That place doesn't suck. Cherish
the small things, don't take them for granted.
A couple good things have happened while I have been dealing
with this. I have gotten a lot of writing done, which is always good. I have
shared most of them on my blog or on Facebook. About a quarter of the stuff I
have written I don't think I will ever share. Another good thing that has
happened is that I was offered a writing gig for a new hunting product coming
on the market early this winter. I have been and will be writing blogs for
Safeshoot. I am hoping this will turn into something bigger in the future. And
of course the pickup happened. I will have a full blog on that within the
month.
This is by far the longest I have ever been laid up for any
reason. I guess my body just can't handle what I could do when I was younger. When
I look back I can't believe some of the stuff I have been able to do being a
quad. I don't know how I got through college being in the chair that long every
day. I don't know how I got through some of my hunting and partying adventures
being up in the chair hours on end. But I am glad I have been able to do what I
have been able to do so far. This isn't the end but I guess I'm going to have
to learn not to push it as much. Getting old sucks. But I guess it beats the
alternative.
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. Hopefully the next time I write about 2017, I will
be all healed up and on the road to becoming me again.
June 22 - urologist appointment, kidney stones are back
July 15 - mingle in Fingal, I partied. Thanks Paul and
Dana.
August 21 - tube placement - nephrolithotomy
August 22 - kidney stone removal
September - started physical therapy again
September 16 - 20
year class reunion. Wasn't that a party…
October 6 - started wound vac again
October 13 - went for a rip in the pickup, Clint style
October 24 - tube placement - nephrolithotomy
October 25 - kidney stone removal
October 26 - hopefully go home
The Future - who knows…
Thanks for reading and thanks for the support, Clint.
I have told some of you this story. During my last kidney
stone removal surgeries on my left side I had a couple odd experiences.
Evidently the anesthesiologist was a little generous with the gas those two
days because I was out of it. Usually after surgery, that sucks that I know how
it usually should go, anyway I am usually not affected by the anesthesia. While
lying on the table in the operating room I was fraternizing or some would say
flirting with the nurses. They are always so shocked that I am willing to talk
and discuss pretty much anything while I'm waiting to go under the knife.
Usually one of them will say, "Hey I think I remember you from last time
or I remember you from somewhere." I think it makes me feel better or less
nervous getting to know the people that are going to possibly help save my life.
I think it also puts them at ease knowing that I am comfortable.
Anyway while waiting for the mighty doctor to make his
presence known so surgery could start, I was talking to the anesthesiologist.
She was giving me the regular rigmarole out what is going to happen. It's old
hat by now. But as soon as she said that I should start coming down from 10 I
said, "Good, I could use a nap. I am fuck tired." Half of people in
the room snorted. Then I was out like a light.
The next thing I knew I was getting pushed to my room. The
weird part about that is that I usually wake up in the PACU. That is where they
put you after surgery to make sure that anesthesia doesn't have a negative
effect. I usually wake up right after surgery and have a conversation with the
PACU nurse. This time I don't even remember talking to the doctor after
surgery.
When I got to the room after the surgery, my PACU nurse
actually brought me to my room because there was no transport people. Anyway,
she was explaining how Clint is doing very well, we have had a great
conversation and I wish you luck. With that, she was gone. I was looking around
like I don't remember her and I don't remember this conversation we had.
Evidently it was great. I wish I knew what we were talking about. That is kind
of scary. Knowing me it could have been anything. The nurse in the room could
tell I was looking a little confused. She asked me if I knew what the date was.
I think I replied back September. She then asked me if I knew the date and
year. I had no clue. I can't remember what I said but I remember the look on
Kiara when I answered. Kiara was shocked by my answer. Evidently it wasn't
right. Then the nurse said she is going to have to keep an eye on me. That was the
first time I have ever experienced anything like that.
So the next day I am back in the OR and we are waiting for
the doctor, again. During this waiting time I am mingling and reminiscing with
some of the nurses I have seen before. Good times. It seems like every time one
of the nurses knows someone from Enderlin or they know me and they proceed to
tell an interesting story that happened. It usually starts out like, "Do
you know so and so?" Or "Do you remember that time?" Anyway, the
next thing I know the anesthesiologist wants me to count down again from 10. So
instead of doing what she told me, I start whistling "Patience" by
Guns N Roses. It's my go to tune. She just rolled her eyes.
Next thing I know I am in my room. This time I missed the total
time I spent in the PACU. I don't remember talking to the doctor. And of course
I had a different nurse this day. She asked a bunch of questions and I got
about a third of them right. Then it was shift change. So I had to do it all
over again and this time I got three quarters of the questions right. Good
times. Not remembering stuff is not fun.
Sidebar: I have always wondered why they don’t pair you up
with the same nurse if you are going to be on the same floor days in a row.
Wouldn't it make life easier for both the patient and the nurse? You wouldn't
have to explain yourself over and over again. Things would be more familiar for
all parties involved. You would think there would be fewer mistakes. You would
think there would be less of a hassle. You would think this would be done just
because of common sense. But I digress.
My right side kidney stone surgeries are scheduled for next
week. It seems something always happens when I am at the hospital. No matter
why I am there. I wonder who I will meet this time. I wonder what will happen.
I know one thing it will be entertaining.
