September 7th, 2009 by Life

Living is like Death

Yes, Life sucks big time for me right now. Shocking you? Well don’t go now this is all about ranting and raving about life after all. Well what do you expect from a guy who’s been doing just about everything your adventurous desire will get up to and then one day, DU gets you and you’re left for dead. Over 70 did that day.

Yeah, might as well have died that day. It’s far less painful. Surviving the first assault 24 years ago and my damn (sorry, authors privilege) stubborness to survive. “I’ll show them and then some…” Yep! I showed them. I came back and walking too. Just like a ghost no one wanted to see.

In fact, I was like a ghost – lost most of my hair. Bled away my life into my joints and capilaries busting out all over. Lost about 45 lbs in a month! After 2 painful years I did recover. No thanks to western medicine (they were the ones who gave up on me). Chinese medicine brought me back, literally.

Ahh, to leap forward a bunch of years, for the last 10 years, life has been a pain. The illness has returned with a vengeance. It seems the only thing that does not have any excrutiating pain attached to it is my brain. But even that is under attack. Severe heavy metal poisoning does that. And does dumb **** doctors with their drugs. They started this endless series of pain and degenerating body again.

Thank goodness for being trained with Chinese medicine and also, many of these western world science can actually help rebuild my body, inside out…if only the so called medical profession pays attention?

Once Racing and Flying High

Well,I’ll make it short. Yes, once driving those open wheelers and having a thrill everytime. So, I learnt to fly those things that make sonic booms that bust windows when you open up the after burners…

Living Passions

Yes, yes, I still have the passion for living. But man, it’s getting real tough trying to even sit up and hope I don’t fall asleep! The tickers taken it’s toll.

A couple of people I love told me the very same thing just over a year ago, ” ***don’t die…please don’t die.” Then my young man, “Daddy, please don’t die…” That was it! Pain be damned. I’ll get back up even if I had to make the ol’ pump keep going with my own hands. The passion of life did not die that day.

Tsai in Black Hotrod

3 months later I was in a wheelchair on a good day.

I still don’t recall a whole lot about last year – something about a possible stroke – but that (said with less than loving passion) long seperated wife kept scr***ing me with those incredibly expensive lawyers – trying to wrest my son away from me – just to protect her own assets and also in vengeance because she didn’t get her big payoff when the boy was born. She made me that threat almost 11 years ago and it still rings true. I can’t imagine the army of social and legal BS thrown my way!

Try as they might, the little boy kept trying to ” I Want To Come Home Daddy”. I’m not sure what I signed away last year, but knowing the not so little guy would soon use his feet to cast his vote, I did so on the advice of my lawyer. You see, the same judge who was preciding over our numerous times in court was always there. And I mean over numerous cases!!! Oh, yes, wife and I were friends with him once upon a time long ago! You make your assumptions. My lawyer and I have made ours.

So, OK I dare say it now because estranged wife has experiencing growing teenager’s angst. He’s voted with his feet and enrolled in the school of his choice – gutsy young man. He even took the brunt of mum threatening him at my home…

Oh, and cops came to our home a few days ago with a complaint of kidnapping and all sorts of complaints I am a violent sort. Who made that courteous statement upon my character I wonder? Well, the first one told the second one to go back…Second cop advised me to get a good lawyer and expect more to come – this was just creating ammo for a case against me. Should have told them she was the one that got tossed out by cops last year for creating too much of a nuisance of herself. Maybe, at this time I won’t rush off to my lawyer and give her more rope…and of course, she knows what to do with it. What a great way to make friends with a teenager.

Anyway nice cops said they liked my fish pond up front. “Bye now! And take care!” They yelled.