Oh, I'm still into guns. Two weeks ago I bought a AR-10. But I've got too many guns and need to sell some. I discussed selling some with my gunsmith (a friend). He called today and wanted some 25-20 ammo for customers. So I brought him 150 rounds and a .330 Dakota rifle that I built 30 years ago in AK. With it were dies, case forming dies, brass and loaded bullets. Nice rifle built on Winchester 70 action, Pac-Nor SS match sporter weight barrel, integral muzzle brake and McMillian stock. Also a Marlin 444S rifle with dies, 280 gr .432 bullet mold, .432 sizing die and gas checks. I walked out with $2,000.
I also make rifle stocks, look me up here and you'll see a couple that I did. I'm working on one now.
Now for the **** news. I almost die four times in October. My wife past in June so I live alone. From September 23th to November 4th, I was taken to hospitals five times by ambulance and once by my neighbor, each time I was unconscious. I had sepsis infections and the both hospitals that I stayed in could not determine the cause. I lost thirty pounds in that time. The events would come on real quick and I would just pass out. I've been doing okay since November. I wrote this down because it was unbelievable.
FIRST TRIP: The first time it occurred I had a meeting with a lawyer, I walked out of her office to drive home - 13 miles. That was the last thing that I remember, don’t remember getting into my truck; even to this day. I had roofers on my roof, they said, I turned into my driveway moving very slowly with my emergency flashers on. I pulled half way up my driveway, its 80 yards, and stopped. I was passed out on the steering wheel. They took me out of my truck and called an ambulance.
SECOND TRIP: I was released five days later. Two days later I passed out again. My cleaning lady comes on Mondays, she found me passed out on the floor. I was there about 14 to 18 hours. Off to the hospital in an other ambulance. Now things start to get real confusing.
THIRD TRIP: My sister and two nieces came to visit and take care of me from FL and MA, for a week. They stayed two weeks. They arrived on October 5th. I was home to meet them. The next day, I passed out again and they called an ambulance. I remember them being at my house but I do not remember getting sick again and being taken to a hospital.
FOURTH TRIP: I was again discharged while they were still there. I was home a day and started getting sick. They called an ambulance again which I don’t remember. They returned to their homes while I was still in the hospital.
FIFTH TRIP: I was discharged again, no idea when; but my cleaning lady again found me passed out. This time I had fallen into the bathtub. I had broken the faucets off the tub on my way in. No idea how long I was there. I don’t remember that either, but she again called an ambulance.
SIXTH TRIP: So again I get discharged. By this time the VA had provided me with a Home Alert Button and I had home visiting nurses at the house. I started getting sick again. This time I pushed the button on my life alert. My neighbors came over. One of the four called an ambulance. (Now I live out in the country, 30 -35 miles from the nearest hospital.) So the ambulance comes, but I’ll be damned if I going back to the hospital. I refuse to get into the gurney, they call the police. A deputy comes and I still refuse to get into the gurney. (Later taking to one of the visiting nurses, she said I had gone from coherent to completely incoherent in less than an hour.) The deputy tried to grab my arm twice to put me into the gurney. I pulled away from him each time. My neighbors wife asked me if I would ride with them to the hospital. I agreed and rode with them. I passed out as soon as I got in their car. The deputy followed.
After all of these hospital visits, all the tests, they ran just about every imaginal test; they still could not tell me what was causing the sepsis infections. They just kept pumping massive doses of anti-bio-tics into me. This last time, I was kept four days after I normally would have been dis-charged. They didn’t want me to go home alone. The hospital got the VA to admit me into their re-hab program. The VA came and picked me up. I stayed one night and the VA sent me home. That was November 4th.
So far I haven’t gotten sick again. I guess it just wasn't my time.
