[gatotom]

All I can say is, I am 5 months from my 69th b-day and when I was young never thought I would live past 50. If a cat has 9 lives, well I must be working on number 15.

Us triple x double a personality's have no concept of injury or death. My craziness started at 13 when I was involved in a car wreak. Clinically dead for almost 3 minutes, coma for two weeks, the docs removed the shattered left frontal skull bone and replaced with bondo, spent the year on phenobarbital. Two yrs later at 15 while my brother was off to college and he left his car keys home, took his car out one night, hit a patch of ice and wrapped the car around a big oak tree hitting it on drivers side. Would have run from scene but had a punctured lung so I couldn't. The judge didn't like what I did without a drivers license so I had to wait to 18 before I got a real license.

Don't have enough time or space to tell all the other car wreaks or ski racing wreaks in my life. My Mom always told me I would pay for it when I got older and believe me, she was right.

I became a Chiropractor because I started using them at age 9, so I figured if I can't lick them I will join them. 13 surgeries later, I am a wreak, bad knees and shoulders but I refuse to give in to implants. My next stop is stem cell injections which should work as long as there is cartilage still in there.