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This is me, picture to the left, Richard D. Werner. I believe good people come in all color shadings of skin, sizes, etc. A Chinese couple was walking past me and I asked them to snap a picture of me with my camera. The guy even bent over sideways to get a side shot. Yep, That is Lake St. Clair, Michigan, USA under my feet. I was about 100 yards / 91.44 meters out from the beach. That day it was like 10° f / -12.22 C. The lake does not completely freeze over much anymore. It was my lucky day for visiting the Detroit Metro Park. The object in the background is ice fisherman sitting on a bucket... doing it the hard way. Many fishermen had ice-shanties to keep them warm. I wish you could have seen the ice-sailboats out that day also... fast, fast and then fast! I think that my hair is showing a little bit red in this pic of me. In my younger days my hair was a bit brownish red hair: mostly red though. My descent lineage is German and Irish. I am mostly Irish though. I most much like the cold weather. True Irish folks have dark brown or black hair. I think that way, way back, the Viking looters would raid shoreline of Ireland and leave little bundles of Joy behind. Well I guess it was not always such friendly act probably gruesome most of the time. Anyway, I think I pick up the trait for tolerating cold weather well from the mountainous Vikings. I do not remember my history classes enough to remember if Vikings were tall men. At my tallest, I was 5' 6" / 1.68 m tall. Severe osteoporosis cut me down about an inch or so. However, at the young age of 63 years and not so tall I still so much like the cold weather. I do not sweat so much when I am pedaling my nifty hybrid trail bike 41 mi / 65.98 km very hilly miles. |
| Back in 1970 a very serious disease went undiagnosed by not too efficient doctor... dang! A quack! I ended up with a shit bag on the side of my belly. I lost my entire large bowel also known as the colon. The altered intestine and bag was called an ileostomy. That did not stop me from doing the hardest dirtiest jobs, being a drunk, and getting into all sorts of trouble. In 1998 an even worse evil doings cost me all but 4 ft / 1.22 m out of the normal 18 ft / 5.49 m or so of small bowel. I only had 4 ft of intestines out of the normal total of about 30 ft / 9.14 m. After some extensive testing, training, and implementation of a highly individualize diet just for my particular "Short Bowel Syndrome, I stopped some intense nutritional treatment that would eventually cost me my liver I was about 58 years of age with all of that. Still though, I was riding my so nifty hybrid trail bike, shown to the right, 41 miles / 65.98 kilometers of the hilliest country roads at a most beautiful State lake park with all the dear, blue lakes, and gorgeous scenery. I do take psyche meds for brain chemical imbalance. But, the above was the best psyche med that I had. Unknown to me and undetected by doctors and specialist alike who were ignorant of the intricacies of short bowel syndrome I was slowly starving to death. After years of this I ended up having acute trauma surgery to remove an acute blockage of the remaining four feet of my bowels. |
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The surgeon warned me that there was a high risk of dying during surgery. She made me promise to give her all the will to live I had to give and then some in order to survive the surgery or she would not do the surgery. Now over a month past the surgery, I feel stronger than before all of this happen. I am still weak, but I can stay for most of the day, do some house work, go out on errands, and of course work on my computer. Very soon I will be dusting the dust off my so great nifty trail bike and be back riding the hilly trails and roads. My God will be riding right along side of me and smiling all the way. |
