It's Monday morning, May 6, 2024. I'm 77 years old, still alive, typing from a lounge chair down by a fancy pool in a very nice apartment place in Tampa, FL. I'm staying here with my grand-daughter Shelby Hamilton, and we just got back from an appointment with a medical facility here.
It's a very state of the art place called Advantge and has become my Primary facility. I have been truly rescued from the disaster that happened to me up in Lawrenceburg, TN.
About a month ago I lost my mind and my memories. I was living in my small duplex along Shoal Creek, Parkinsons was kicking my ass, my mind was going blank and my legs and body were in full vibration mode. I was drinking a liter of vodka a day, barely eating, and taking no medication.
One morning my neighbor Daniel came to my house, concerned that he hadn't seen me for a couple of days. Fortunately he knows my door number, and he found me down and out, with a big black eye. He called an ambulance and got me to the hospital. I also was in a couple of clinics I barely remember. I had a couple of seizures and was waiting to die.
Daniel called my grand-daughter Shelby here in Tampa and she rescued me from Tennessee. I owe Daniel and Shelby my life.
Shelby sacrificed her life and work to rescue me. I don't remember most of it, but she got me back on meds, in and out of a couple places, and drove me down here to Tampa. Last night I hung out with her friends, had dinner and a hot tub, then slept on a new fold down bed with a memory foam topper coming today or tomorrow.
We went to the new clinic called Advantage this morning and I'm back on meds and making appointments. The meds that Shelby got me back on have saved my life. The vibrations in my legs and head that I considered my death verdict, have subsided.
My long term memory is coming back, short term is still shot. I can't remember how to put photos on this blog, but I remember how to post, and I'm doing that now. If you notice an error or a misquote, please text me with a correction.
Thank you for being a friend.