In 2009 I had a serious accident at work. I fell off of a ladder which was about 15 feet off the ground. I remember that day because it was an easy day. I only had 4 jobs to do. It was not raining per-se, but it was misty outside. So I had my raincoat on. I remember that I had just finished installing-services in the customer's home and I noticed an oversight that a previous-technician did not attend to. So I decided to take care of that before I left. This is where it get strange. I remember getting the ladder off of my truck. I remember disconnecting the drop from the tap as is the proper procedure to do first. From this point on my memories are from a 3rd-person perspective. I remember "watching" myself carry the ladder around my truck on the way to the strand..........and the next thing I remember is sitting up.
I'm thinking to myself, "Why am I laying down? I know I didn't just finish the job, go home, take a bath, and then get into bed." They next thing I knew a bunch of people were pushing me back down saying, "Don't get up, don't get up!" I asked what was going on and they told me that I had fallen off of the ladder. I realized now that I was in an ambulance. The next thing I remember after that is waking up in the hospital after surgery. This is key as to the fact that apparently I was conscious most of this time. The customer that I was installing-services to was a police-officer and I visited him a few years later. He was so happy to see me because my employer did not divulge any information to him about my status. He told me that he was talking to his wife when he saw something yellow out of the corner of his eye fall down (my raincoat was a fluorescent-yellow.) He told be that initially I was unconscious. He turn me over on my side to that my airway was clear. It just so happened than the local police department/EMTs were directly around the corner so they got there in a jiffy. He said that when I came to, I was in so much pain that I was enraged. He said that I was difficult to subdue because at that point I was on sheer adrenaline and they had to be careful because there was no way of knowing if I had any back, neck, or brain trauma to where I needed to be stabilized. My family told me that when they arrived at the hospital my bosses were there also and I spoke with them before surgery. I don't remember ANY of this. That day I fractured my left radius and ulna, my right clavicle, my transverse-process of the L5-S1, fractured-ribs, I had a punctured-lung, and a lacerated kidney and liver. To put this in perspective, at the 1998 WWE King Of The Ring PPV, Mick Foley was thrown 16-feet off of the top of the 'Hell In The Cell' cage through a broadcast-table onto the concrete floor. He had a separated-shoulder and one of his teeth came through his top-lip into his nose. I don't know how far I got up the ladder before I fell, but I fell on wet grass, and got all of those injuries I mentioned. This was the beginning of sorrows for my health. The lung, kidney, and liver all healed. For the most part the fractures healed. They had to remove bone chips in my shoulder from the fractured-clavicle. They also had to remove the hardware in my left arm after the bones healed. Neither have been the same since. Both still cause me pain today. I have developed Lumbar Facet-Arthritis in the area of the transverse-process fracture as well as herniated-discs in that are as well as my neck. I have had dizzy-spells (Vertigo) since then. In 2012 two more conditions came on. I started having gallbladder-attacks. Let me tell you. It feels like a heart attack. I don't wish that pain on my worst-enemy. So, I had surgery to remove my gallbladder. That got rid of the attacks, but not without a gallbladder there no longer is a reservoir for bile to be stored so if I eat any food that is not easily-digested, it takes much longer. Plus, the bile just secretes into my stomach causing bloating and other gastric-issues. I've had GERD since I was a kid, but it has gotten worse in conjunction with other issues previously-mentioned. I also had a sleep-study done which determined that I had Narcolespy w/Cataplexy. That basically means that even though I get a full night's sleep, I'm not getting the REST from that sleep. Also, there are times that if I yawn really hard or laugh at something really hard, I blackout for a second or two. That's the Cataplexy. The following year is when I first started to notice the chronic body pain. It was later diagnosed as Fibromyalgia. I've dealt with depression most of my life as well as migraine headache, Both have gotten worse with all the other issues. Last year I had another sleep study done that determined that I also have Obstructive Sleep Apnea to where now I must sleep with a CPAP machine. So to keep score at home, I currently suffer from... Fibromyalgia Obstructive Sleep Apnea Narcolepsy w/Cataplexy
Lumbar facet Arthritis
Major Depressive Disorder Anxiety Migraine Headaches
GERD (Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease) I cannot work a full-time job anymore. I cannot realistically work as job at all anymore. I cannot predict when episodes take place where I am completely debilitated for days with pain. I have not been able to sustain work because of this. I have tried, but to no avail. I have tried applying for remote or work-at-home type jobs. I have a long-list of rejection letters. The only skill that I have that I can at least make some money off of is my art, but now because of my failing-health it is next to impossible to do any work in a timely-manner. What used to take me only a few hours now takes me several days, or even weeks. That can't cut it with ANY job in the arts and entertainment industry. The pain I suffer with everyday is like being cooked alive in a pot of hot grease while being stabbed with electrified Katana swords with a chest-buster alien constantly trying to break through my sternum. This example while colorful, is accurate. I'm not exaggerated. As bad as you think the pain is, it's worse. I've always been introverted, but because of the pain it's hard to get around to do things. It's also hard when you don't have any money, of which I have none. Art USED to be my escape from all the troubles of this world, but now I'm in so much pain it is hard to even get in position to draw anything. I've prayed, and I've prayed for God to at least lessen the pain. He has not. I can't work anymore. I have no money and yet everyone wants it (and MORE of it) from me. The only way that I have to make money, COSTS money (which is attending comic-cons) again of which I have none. As of the time of this blog, I do have two shows all paid-off coming up. I hope and pray that I will make enough money to cover my bills for the next month. I really don't know what I'm going to do.