Okay so it may not have been a shotgun that hit me. It was a very large revolver. The type Dirty Harry may have used, only I am not a dirtbag and I am not on the losing side of this battle. My stay in the hospital was frustratingly uneventful. It really on lead to more work and denial. Questions of “hey how does he heal so quick” and issues about the circumstances of me getting shot. The hours of healing had me home and ready to lose the catheter in a couple of days. The fact that my bladder was intact may be a miracle. The downside being the process of answering to nurses who emasculated me and the emergency room visit because of my shifting insides.
After a excruciating and frustrating short stay in the hospital after my first initial stay, I find myself partly healed. Thirty something staples and stiches later. I live to tango again, my ability to heal may short itself out to compensate my anger. But the fuse your ego is on has been some trip in comparison. Truthfully I rated you that high because you took the shot. Most of your points came through handicap. Try not to try the guy with the gun.