Okay so ya got a good joke on me.
You know if it had of been about anything but the Cherokee Rose I might have been able to handle it better.
After Death Dancer got angry with me for talking about my medical problems here a long time ago I have pretty much quit that.
About a month ago I was in my primary care physicians office and Dr.Hubner told me, "Yvsa, you are as good as you are going to get."
I finally broke down and started crying. Not for myself, but for my dear wife Barbie. Barbie has been having to do things for me that only babies need doing.
I am so swollen I can't bend my legs up enough to wash my own goddamned feet!!!!
At the time I couldn't even walk across my goddamned living room without getting set down and gasping for breath.
The only thing that kept me from walking into the back field with my .357 at the time is my dear wife Barbie. The Only Thing!!!!
Fortunately a neice insisted that she be allowed to take me to an acupuncturist.
Since then I have improved some. I am about to start on another procedure that may actually save my life and sanity, but I don't know if it's going to work or not as it's quite controversial.
This wasn't a good time for such a joke,
I put my heart and soul into the Cherokee Rose wanting it to be all I know it could be and not just wanting it for myself, but for everyone who might ever pick one up and say, "The man that did this design knew what he was doing."
I was hopeing for that for all of you.
It's now my turn to take some time off from the forums.
Y'all take care.