Monthly Archives: October 2003

Training Report

 Here we are in the deep south and Jean is finishing up her training for IM Florida (2 weeks from yesterday).

The trip down was uneventful. Mom and Jean drove and I sat in the back seat so I had to go back on drugs. I woke up long enough to help with all the turns in Nashville and the other big cities (had to be in the right lane at the right time or we were going elsewhere).

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down here I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

Jean is learning to drive Florida style. Many of the right lanes end with a required right turn. Florida method is to stop in your lane until the next lane clears because you didn’t really want to turn. When we pulled into a parking spot the other day she had her foot on both the brake and the gas. As she shifted through the gears to park we had a real adventure.

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down her I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

The weather has been great in the 80s every day. The nights get down to 65 or so. At dawn I walk to the jetty a little over a mile one way in my t-shirt (Trilanders on the front and “It’s easy-you can do it – Madison 2003” on the back) and workout shorts and I still sweat. Jean did a long bike yesterday on 776 (there’s a bike lane all the way from US-41 to US-41-it makes a 25 mile loop) in some fairly hot weather. This morning she is out running and it is quite humid. All this is preparation for two weeks from now.

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down her I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

We went to Sharkey’s the other day for bait buckets (large blue margaritas). It was my first drink since the spill. Made the top of my head warm but felt no effects (Dr. Visser said it was OK). Will probably not visit there too often until guests come (you are all invited).

I’m doing fine. Headaches still persist but they are down to “mid-hangover” level. I practiced plenty in college. I’m still having short term memory “glitches”. In the seven years I’ve owned the place down her I’ve never left without my key to our door and the security doors. I did that twice this week. Still a little dizzy when I walk but I fit in with many of the seniors out on their walks too.

Each day when I walk to the jetty I see the same guys fishing. I haven’t seen a fish caught yet but there is plenty of conversation. The first morning a guy fishing in the channel had caught an 8-10 pound redfish. He was “field-dressing” it with a knife that was as sharp as a butter knife. I went over to watch him. He was sawing on the neck/spinal cord like Paul Bunyan on a spruce tree and never did get through. I had to walk away and laugh later.

Better go. Since I’m not running in the group Sunday mornings I have to make my own breakfast. Today I think I’m missing Becky’s biscuits and gravy.

Jack and Jean

Final Recovery Report

 Here is the final recovery report. That doesn’t mean I’m fully healed, but the major portion is over and the long process of baby steps will continue for 3 to 6 months. Jean and I will be leaving for Florida on Friday and I will be forced to heal on the beach.

First an update on last week’s report. My conversations with Rush Limbaugh have been terminated about OxyContin. I’m not a big fan of Rush, but I admire his fortitude to admit to the public he is addicted to pain killers and to admit himself to rehab.

Second, sadly Bill and I didn’t get any volunteers to wield the magic markers so we resorted to phase two. Since Bill is working long hours and I’m not, I was assigned the task of creating stencils for the marking. Our thought was to put the stencils on a bench, mark the blank areas with magic marker and then sit on them. Sadly there were two problems. With my brain not fully recovered I put the stencils on the bench so I could read them while Bill slid into his thong. So when we sat on them, the words imprinted backwards. Secondly I used permanent magic markers instead of the washable kind so the mistakes will have to wear off. We looked like dogs with anal gland infections as we scooted along the carpet trying to erase the errors.

I had two medical appointments in Grand Rapids. The first was at Mary Free Bed Rehabilitation Hospital on Tuesday and the second was with Dr. Visser, a Neurologist on Friday. At Mary Freebed test one was to park the car in the parking ramp and then find our way to the 8′ x 8′ registration room embedded within the clinic. With directionally challenged Jean at my side, we were able to find it after wandering through the restricted construction area only once. I met with a Psychiatrist for the first half hour and a Physiatrist the next hour. Both said they were pleased with my recovery so far and I seemed better than they expected after reading the hospital reports from Wisconsin and GR hospitals. The Physiatrist had two recommendations which didn’t thrill me. One was to take part in the Drivers Rehab test to see if I could drive well. Oh by the way, the cost is $900-$1,000 and, oh by the way, it isn’t covered by Insurance. I think I’ll try to entice Ernie (retired teacher, driving instructor, driver’s license tester) to test me at a reduced fee. The second recommendation was to practice having bike wrecks without landing head first. If anyone has football pads and a helmet, I would like to borrow them.

The visit with Dr. Visser was likewise encouraging. I quit taking the pain medications on Thursday and he seemed OK with that. He will continue me on the Dilantin anti-seizure medication for six months, and if no problems, pull me off then. During the mental tests he did find that I was a full inch off plumb which brings me to this dilemma. What do you think?

a) I will never make it to normal and will spend the rest of my life trying to blend in with all you normal people and hide my shortcomings, or,

b) My recovery takes me to exactly where I want to be. I’m different-maybe better, maybe worse, but definitely different.

(choose b, choose b, choose b, choose b)

Early in the week I asked Jean about some of the things that went on in the first couple of days after the accident. I heard things that made me feel uneasy so I don’t want to know the details any more.

To end on a serious note:

A friend held me while I bled on the road until the ambulance came.

Jean pulled out of the race she was doing well in to watch me travel through the darkness.

A friend gave me a medicine bundle to guide me in my return from the abyss.

A friend gave me a finger puppet to entertain myself in the hospital.

My daughter flew from Hastings to Madison to help Jean get me back.

My son and daughter flew back from San Francisco to help me through some difficult days.

A friend gave me an Ironman Wisconsin cap to protect my broken head.

A friend gave me a squeezable ball to release tension during my bad headache days.

A friend gave me a heatable neck ring to ease the tension in my whip-lashed neck muscles.

A friend gave me cookies to nourish me in my recovery.

A friend gave me home-made chicken soup to nurse me back to health

A friend gave me Bell’s Beer to celebrate my full recovery, whenever that is.

Friends and family have sent cards, e-mails, have called and stopped by to see how I was doing.

I spent four years in college and thirty years in public accounting and it took this freak accident to teach me that all of the above is more important than the balance in my checkbook.

I fear the past. The place where I first went was pitch black, quiet, and I was alone.

I fear the present. I’m halfway through recovery, but I know an arm could reach out and pull me back to the black hole.

I’m apprehensive about the future. I don’t know where I’m going but I thank God I have friends and family to help me along the way.

Permanently 1/4 Goofy Jack

Race Report 3

 Week four is over and on to week five. I am improving by the day and feel much better than a week ago. There is one note from last week’s report. My memory is coming back and now I recall that Whacky Weed is illegal so that’s out the window as a pain killer. I also remember I didn’t use it when I was younger either. O.K. I tried it once but Bill Clinton and I may have been at the same party in College and neither of us inhaled. I am trying to get in contact with Rush Limbaugh to discuss the use of OxyContin (that’s a legal drug isn’t it?).

I had a doctor’s appointment Wednesday and told him that when I take my daily walks I start out a little dizzy and I walk like a drunk leaving a bar at closing time. He suggested I wear a laminated card on a cord around my neck that says “I AM NOT DRUNK – I HAVE A HEAD INJURY”. We chuckled but he wrote it in my medical record so I guess I have to do it.

I also told him I wanted to start jogging when the light-headedness disappears. He suggested I wear a football helmet. We laughed about that but he also wrote that in his chart. I mentioned that to Bill Bradley (my running partner-not the basketball player/senator who ran for president) and told him I thought I would add elbow and knee pads when we ran together. He said he wouldn’t be able to run with me because his shorts have been a little tight (I think he didn’t want to be seen with me). He thought that when my equipment came off he would have his equipment straightened out and we would be running together again.

I have been really bored because I do feel better but I need to rest and rehabilitate. Many of you have heard Bill Bradley and I joke about wearing thongs to one of our swim workouts. He would have Tri written on his butt in magic marker and I would have Landers written on mine and we would stand side by side. Well, we’ve decided to do that while I’m resting and we can use the picture for Christmas cards. We are looking for volunteers to write on our butts with the magic markers. Tradesies will be offered.

Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers.

1/2 Goofy Jack