October 10 2016 Gunny and Meds

One perk of having a neck brace is that you get to meet a lot of interesting people. Everyone wants to hear the story behind it, and most everyone has a story of their own to share. It's nice to commiserate with others that have had accidents of one form or another.
We met a man a couple weeks back whose wife had been in a car wreck in her early years. He had a passion for guns, and conversation flowed easily with my dad, also a gun fanatic. We nicknamed him "Gunny". He showed us a few of his favorites, and of course we had a photo shoot.

Bank robbers beware. 

This morning was a particularly intense session of outpatient therapy. I woke up feeling like I could conquer the world. My spirits were high, and energy was higher. I was plowing through my exercises, feeling strong. That is, until the last set of exercises. I started to feel light headed, but kept pushing through. I felt the blood drain from my face, and my knees started to buckle. 

The PT assistant helped me to a chair. All that talk about seeing stars suddenly made sense. Everything was sparkly, and sounds were dulled--except for the ringing in my ears. 

I stayed down until I regained my strength, then left with a wet towel on my head and a bag of ice on my shoulder. 

I took my meds when I got home. They can make me a bit loopy sometimes. 

Here's a taste of what happens when you mix meds with Snapchat: