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First couple years with Cauda Equina Syndrome I’d crap my pants multiple times a day. Had a Foley for 5 months but the bladder sorta came back. No signal so I gotta time my pees, they pulled a liter outta me before emergency decompression surgery. Honestly at my age retaining urine isn’t the worst thing lol. Take the wins. Like my toenails that don’t grow anymore so my medically necessary pedis stay fresh as a daisy. Thank god I started a yoga practice when I did, I think I retain poop now. What the… never a dull moment with this nonsense I swear to god. Thank goodness for my strong core and pelvic floor muscles. Almost punched out, this ain’t even my 3rd rodeo. Mom wouldn’t let me so I’m still everyone’s problem sorry lol sorry folks

When you’ve found what you love, why don’t you love what you’ve found? Off to the next thing I guess. And you wonder why you’re always sad. Attached to your suffering womp womp. You’ll never be happy and that’s really sad

The sciatica really tore up the left side, my foot looks gnarly from the nerve damage. Tendon contracture, curly toes, can only really move the big piggies. But the toenails hardly grow anymore so the pedis stay fresh as a daisy. Dead calves and walking on my heels predominately gave me tiny blisters that my lady keeps an eye on. We beat her to breakfast so I was able to sneak in the debit card before her. MIL just passed so I was wearing her favorite color. Now we’re going back to something sparkly 🥳

So close. Bum left hip made walking, and everything really painful. Finally had it replaced, and had a revision three years later. Thanks J&J and that pos DuPuy hip. No PT for 4 months was torture. Gained a bunch of weight, gave up running years prior. Tennis too. That one hurt. So did carrying extra weight. Walk walk walk. And yoga. Low impact

Cauda Equina Syndrome caught me after I rode the lighting with sciatica for a couple years. Walker for 3 months, a cane for a couple more. Then my golf clubs. A good walk spoiled it right lol. Walk from the cart to the ball and hit it, back in the cart. Cart path only is ableist. Shot 5 over from the tips. Met a girl and stopped caring about golf again. And my awesome dog keeps me active, she’s the best. Super grateful I can still walk, losing your mobility sucks!

My 72 Chevelle and the beer bong I kept in the trunk and brought with me to the Army 🫡

Retirement is awesome. More time to get in trouble and love my girl and mutt and avoid society in general. Love, war, and all that jazz. What a ride lol

Grateful I saw Jerry. Grateful I saw Dead and Co. In San Diego to boot. RatDog. Other jam bands in great venues. Grateful it’s Friday. Not for me, for my girl, she’s a working stiff. Everyday is Friday for me and my dog. 50 years was enough ✌🏻

Happy Friday to all who observe. Can’t walk her properly so we just chug along in the diesel, hunting wabbits and coyotes, chasing the rising sun. Or setting sun. Don’t matter. Sippin’ coffee, bopping my fat head to Peter Tosh, while my dog smiles and shakes her booty that tail is wagging so hard lol. Cauda Equina Syndrome sucks. Grandpa had janky legs and drove around with his dog, guess I’m just following in his footsteps. Won the wars we were in, both agreed Patton sucked, and both have nightmares about folks being on fire lol. Life is weird man

Great walk with a neighbor I just became acquainted with. The crazy guy on the porch with his even crazier dog, waving and smiling back. Retired life ain’t too shabby. He almost got nicked with Cauda Equina Syndrome but they caught it in time. Great! ‘Cause his plate is a hot mess. Great attitude, super friendly, and we both need to take it slow and steady. His boy got along great with my girl. Right in time for my other crazy redhead to get home from some sneaky birthday stuff for her man. Also getting a much needed haircut. “Starting to look feral again” she said. She’s only had rescues lol. Got a Jamaican neighbor. City life ain’t too bad I guess

You should try yoga. You should shut your pie hole. Finally gave it a shot after enough suffering when I saw a picture on the internet. Oooooohhhhhh. Ok. Got it. Wasn’t expecting the rest of the shit to come with it lol good lord. Also, my dad not being able to tie his own shoes and my tight hammies was where I was headed. No thanks. Today, Roberto and Dano wished me a happy birthday. Money is changing hands again lol. Suckers. Legionnaires disease, sepsis, toxic encephalopathy, and a 118 sodium level didn’t do it. Yawn

Stepping on the mat led me to the life I have now. A life I can’t stop laughing about because it’s so ridiculous. Love, war, and everything else. Horses and golf courses, no ladies while I was in a relationship with my yoga mat. 5 years a celibate yogi. Pain of regret? Wouldn’t know it. Pain of discipline? Lemme get seconds. Sold my humble little auto repair shop to our mechanic of 30 years in 2020. Deal closed in May. Perfect timing. Became permanently disabled a year later. Cauda Equina Syndrome got me after I rode the sciatica lightning for a couple years. Not quite as painful as the bone on bone left hip for nearly a decade, but a very close second

Thanks fellas 🙏🏻

I almost broke my back again jumping to answer this Jeopardy! question lol. I was less than a year post op recuperating on the couch with my legs elevated to knock down the swelling. Wasn’t ready for compression socks. Got some cute ones now. Mine was on the left side before things got weird. Hallucinations, bladders, and bowls oh boy. No more sciatica though. I’ll take nerve zaps and cramps and the bladder and bowel stuff over that nonsense. One of the worst pains I’ve experienced. Yuck

Love, war, and everything in between. Peace sells but who’s buying? Me, that’s who. Whirled peas, please. Lots of butter. Have fun in Iran nerds. Shoulda stopped after Desert Storm but that war boner lasted a bit too long lol. Suckers

Sciatica was the appetizer. CES was the main course. Retirement is the dessert. I’ve been thru far worse than this lol. I’d rather shit my pants daily than ever deal with the public again. Or most people in general. Be kind to your spine. 150 pounds, in the best shape of my life. Don’t let em fat shame you. They love the low hanging fruit. Gabapentin didn’t do anything. My PCP did less. A handle of Tito’s everyday it is then. The VA overall has been nothing short of stellar with my care. Only outlier was the do nothing former PCP. Other than that? ETS’d in 1992, enrolled in 2019. Glad I did when I did lol. It’s been kinda nuts

“The older I get, the better I was” reads the sticker on my wakeboard as a reminder. Sciatica was raging, 45 years of shredding on that lake, and others, before my disc yeeted the nerves in the Cauda Equina bundle handed me an early retirement lol. 40 years of work was enough. A stint in the Army sandwiched in between the career. Now I’m a feral disabled anonymous bum living my best life with not one but two pretty redheads that are crazier than me. Love, war, and everything in between. Now I eat supper early

Pain is weakness leaving the body, he said. Nah. That was the feeling below my waist leaving for a pack of cigarettes and never coming back dummy. Sciatica turned into Cauda Equina Syndrome. 3 months on a walker, 5 months with a Foley, shit my pants multiple times on the daily. A whole lotta other shit going on in the background too. Took my licks, and got back after it. Being in the best shape of my life pre injury spared me from a far worse fate I know that much (yoga). 4.5 years later, found love again, shot a 5 over 77 from the tips (quiet legs 😉), and I just got promoted to permanent and total soup sandwich, unemployable to boot. Couldn’t afford me anyway. Be kind to your spine