I dated a French woman for awhile when I was stationed in Germany. Claire.
Claire VoYent.

I couldn't surprise her with anything. It's like she knew.

---I told that joke earlier at a different website and it bombed.

But seriously folks, yesterday was the 3 year anniversary of my second birthday. Some of you know my story so you can fast foward through this part.

6 Oct 05. I had lost a great job that I loved, lost my home, and it had been a couple of weeks since my wife had left me. So as I had done so many times before, I started hitting the bottle at breakfast. Later that afternoon, I got in my car for a ride.

I don't call what happened an 'accident'. Because I hadn't accidentally become a worthless drunk and I didn't accidentally plow head first into oncoming traffic. I praise God each day the other driver walked away with just some bumps and scrapes. I on the other hand got what I deserved.

Shattered ankle.
Broke tibia and fibia.
Tore meniscus in knee.
Tore PCL behind knee.
Broke femur.
Shattered pelvis.
Broke a piece off L4 vertabrae.
Broke 4 ribs.
Concusion.
Coma for 6 days.
Two and a half months in two different hospitals.

I was able to think back over the years and draw a straight line from everything incredibly stupid I had done and connect it to my drinking.

The hip never healed right. I got the ossification (excesive bone growth) and now avascular necrosis (the bone is now dying), which is why I'm in a wheelchair now.
Moose frightened of big words, so I threw the definitions in for free.

The Wreck in the car became the punctuation for the wreck my life had turned into. I was a weekend drinker until the MS dx reared it's head. Then liquor became my escape everyday. All because I was a coward and too weak to FIGHT BACK. I was afraid of MS and what it would do.

People have said that MS is a MonSter.
No.
It is a MouSe, a pest to dealt with accordingly.

Sober now,
I
am the monster that MS fears.

With The Wreck, I feel The Man Upstairs stepped in and said, "Knock it off, you hard headed rascal"!
I'm still not sure what He wants of me, but I know I have to be sober to get it done.

Please keep in mind, I am not fishing for sympathy or even compliments. --I've had a drink or three since The Wreck, and save your pity for those who need it. I just hope telling my story will have a positive impact on you.

I even have pics of me and the car on the myspace.
I'm even thin in them.

OK! FINE!

Thin-er.