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LMAO! I lived above my Uncle Pete's bar in Chippewa Falls,WI one summer. He was a coke dealer when he wasn't at the bar. I used to sit above the entrance and watch about 6 bars. Very interesting stuff to see when you're sober. Oh the things I heard.— October 2, 2009 10:04 p.m.
Enter the Exit Poll
As do I. Welcome. I look forward to hearing what I sound like on a good night. :-D— October 2, 2009 10:01 p.m.
Confessions
I'm pretty sure my account can be traced. I recieved a $20,000 settlement from a car accident in 2004. It was supposed to be my retirement fund but decided to invest it a couple of years ago and learn how to make money. So far,so good but it's been nerveracking(no pun intended). I'm not sure if going through CMS would be of any serious help and you're right-there's a s***load of paperwork. I've lived with this for so long,it's almost as if I was born this way.— October 2, 2009 9:58 p.m.
Confessions
That male sling looks like a possible option. If it wasn't for my psoriasis,the severed nerve probably would've healed itself by now. My immune system is FUBAR in that respect. I'm perfectly healthy other than my incontinence. It's almost as if my body is fighting so hard to get rid of my psoriasis that it doesn't have enough energy to heal my nerve.— October 2, 2009 9:33 p.m.
Confessions
Thanks again guys. I was told by this surgeon that are a bundle of nerves in your lower back that control motor functions. Bladder,arms,legs,breathing,etc,etc. The way he explained it,If tried to reattach the nerve,he may accidentely cut the one that controls my legs. I had no reason not to believe him. You're right. It isn't every Sunday. Sometimes I'm in diapers 24/7 for 4 months and sometimes I'm not. During the wildfires,I was living in my GF's storage room at her apartments. I was working hard,drinking hard and sleeping on a blow up matress. After the fires,her family had one day to pack up what they could and stick it in my GF's husband's work truck. We packed up 75% of her apartment in less than 6 hours. BIG s*** too. Armoires,desks,furniture and big boxes of china. Because of the strain on my back,I was in diapers for weeks. I was told by that surgeon that my nerve was like a light switch. If you you turn a light switch off but not completely off to the point where there's a weak amount of electricity flowing through the circuit,you'll hear a cracking and popping noise. It's kind of like that. Being a part-time bedwetter doesn't bother me in the least bit. It's when I'm out in public without protection that I always worry. I don't have insurance so getting second and third opinions aren't an option right now. I have about $35,000 in a bank back home. Since I was fired from my last job,I've been doing ALOT of heavy investing. If all goes well,I'll be making about 70K a year. Right now I'm not doing real good. It's been like gangbusters the past 6 months up until about 2 weeks ago. I'm almost convinced that my bedwetting is 90% psychological. I'll get more into that in a later blog.— October 2, 2009 9:22 p.m.
Confessions
Thanks AG. My"friend"is still alive. Had I not been caught for my armed robbery,I would've gone to North Carolina and shot him dead. To clear up any confusion in the future,this incident happened while living in Illinois. I'm not sure about any victims. I didn't come out about this to my family for ten years. By that time,the statute of limitations had expired. Over time,I too have thought that he was abused. His father was a Navy brat that grew up here in San Diego. My rapist had just moved out to Illinois from San Diego almost a year prior to my rape. I'm not sure exactly which nerve it is that was partially severed. After I was released from prison,I saw a urologist. I getting tired of wearing diapers on and off and hated the fact that if not in one,I might piss on myself at any given moment. The urologist told me that there was nothing that he could do himself but he reccomended an MRI and a good surgeon. About two months later,I had the MRI that revealed the damage. For almost 15 years,I never knew why I could hold my bladder six days in a row and not on the seventh. After a couple of more tests,he sat me down and told me straight out-"I can perform the needed surgery BUT if I fail,or cut the wrong nerve,you could be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life". He didn't need to go any further. I could see the writing on the wall. Diapers or a wheelchair for the rest of my life? I'm no dummy. The ironic thing is that I thought I'd have anal problems and not bladder problems for the rest of my life.— October 2, 2009 7:45 p.m.
Confessions
It was three years,SD. I gave in to peer pressure and that alone gave me many nights of sanctuary. I don't partake in the Sweet Leaf anymore but I'm not ashamed to say that weed became a cruel mistress. ;-D— October 2, 2009 7:30 p.m.
Lifting Weights and Conducting Batons -- Both Can Be Dangerous
You can blame the weightlifting accident on the poor guy's spotter(s).— October 2, 2009 4:42 p.m.
Mark-Elliott Lugo says San Diego Transit worse every year
I recieved my G.E.D. in one day after being out of school for almost 7 years. No pre-tests. No practice tests. Don't remember what I paid for it but had it done in about 8 hours. I recieved my high school diploma while in prison a year or two later.— October 2, 2009 4:40 p.m.
Confessions
I won't be doing much apologizing. My drug days are all but dead. :-D— October 2, 2009 4:34 p.m.