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In the summer of 2014, my son (14 at the time) and I were hanging out by the pool, just being guys. It was a beautiful day with a radiant sun, crystal blue skies and just a wisp of clouds. My pool is not really deep enough to dive in, however I had taught him to shallow dive and were doing belly-flops, cannon balls and shallow water dives.
That’s when I felt my son grab me around the chest, lifted my head and say, “Don’t worry, I got you dad.” I will never forget that – “I got you.”
I was a mess. I was barely keeping consciousness. I told him to pull me to the side by the steps. He sat me on the stairs and I couldn’t sit up by myself. We rested there for a moment where I kept willing myself to move my legs. I flat couldn’t do it. And I couldn’t use my hands. They felt like they were on fire. Like my hands, fingers, and forearms were being shredded by razor blades whiles being dunked in freezing then boiling water. That and my face, mouth and nose were gushing blood.
After a minute or two, I knew this wasn’t just going to go away after I caught my breath. I had my son lean me over the side of the pool and go call 911.
I was trying to maintain consciousness, so the stories after this are from what I have been told. I remember pieces but just a tiny amount.
My son called 911, explained what happened and to have a trauma unit on the way. He then put our pit bull up, packed a bag – even grabbing my wallet, clothes, and a can of snuff just in case. He called my father who lives 3 states away (we don’t have family in the area). He then called my girlfriend to let her know. He also called his mom, and let her know what was going on (she lives 5.5 hours away in a different state).
As the trauma team was strapping my back to a board (I remember one big guy telling me “Relax, the Calvary is here” as he jumped completely dressed into the pool to straighten my body), I at least had the awareness to ask the crew to bring my son. They did let him ride in the front of the ambulance.
As luck would have it, one of the major drugs that can deaden the pain of nerve damage is morphine – which I am allergic to. I don’t know what they gave me, but it doesn’t take away the pain, it just made me pass out. For the next few days I only remember very confusing and swirling glimpses of reality. My dad flew in town that night. My girlfriend left work and never left my side. I remember waking up and seeing her curled up on the windowsill couch with a blanket on the 3rd or 4th day.
I also couldn’t feel/use my lower extremities – including my penis. This meant regular catheters to piss.
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