I was taken to St. Joe Hospital downtown after the attack in 2008 when some crackhead tried killing me. I had head injuries, the attacker was dead. I only have vague recollections of that incident. I was put in a CT, cat scan machine, whatever. I don't think it was an MRI. I still had handcuffs on, as I recall.
I think after accident in Nov2013 I was given full body MRI scans. My brain was mashed up, bleeding and leaking spinal fluid. My sternum (chest) was broken and my neck and back was pretty much liquified and my spleen was bleeding.
They told my wife that I wouldn't live through the night. Fuckers. I showed them.
It's much safer to have sex with MDs than it is to make an appointment with one.
That's a bit of an exaggeration, a better description might be a full spine whiplash. He spent several years with a chiropractor.
They told my wife that I wouldn't live through the night.
Correct. His wife told the staff not to give him any painkillers 'in any circumstances because he has an addictive personality' which was written off as 'a bitter' spouse. She filed for divorce before he was released from the hospital.
Jim's listed as a non-cooperative patient. He knows more than I do, he probably knew more than the quacks did that didn't have him in traction from the beginning. One of his PTs documented that.
If our friend Dakmar doesn't show up in about two minutes I'm taking him upstairs to apply some convulsive muscular therapy.