Category Archives: On paralysis

Now I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not, but the overly sarcastic side of me apparently avoided paralysis, and claws its way to the surface quite often.  Most times I can suppress it… but sometimes it just … Continue reading →

You hear the word "surgery" as your consciousness begins to fade.  Just before going, you catch yourself wondering if the sign above the door read Emergency Room, or Torture Chamber.  Most of the next week or so is blurred by … Continue reading →

claus·tro·pho·bi·a (klôstr-fb-) n. - Abormal fear of being in narrow or enclosed spaces. Claustrophobics are pansies.  Just kidding.  Well, sort of.  I was claustrophobic at one time, back in the day.  You want a cure for claustrophobia?  Try being paralyzed.  Seriously.  … Continue reading →

~ WARNING: If you have not yet seen the movie Million Dollar Baby ~ ~ SKIP OVER THIS ENTRY, AND GO WATCH IT ~   For those of you who have, welcome.  You just got a glimpse inside the beginning of my … Continue reading →

"If you are a quadriplegic, like you say you are, how in the heck do you type?"  Ah… the million-dollar question.  Given that I am in fact completely paralyzed, it would seem strange how I keep popping out random thoughts … Continue reading →

Being my father’s son, I lived my life by the philosophy, "go big or go home." If something seemed a little bit crazy, Kenny was your man to do it. I began skiing at the tender age of three years … Continue reading →