Gun History
I took the Bus from Chico California to Seattle Washington; my second entrance. There was a gun on that bus. And so, the story goes from there. It is hard to realize just what happens with a gun. I presume that none of it is good.
I swelled. My legs were swollen. It felt like I was walking through clay. That day I was a danger to self. I lay in a ditch in someone’s front yard until 5:00 when the homeowner called for me to go to the hospital.
It was miraculous what they did for me. Staff asked to give me an IV for hydration. Barely conscious, I asked for a pretty girl to administer the IV. I was probably in heaven. I fell back asleep and didn’t wake up for a while. I had the IV.
I was on the Psych ward when I woke up. I looked down at my legs and they were normal. What a relief I got the help that the hospital offers for dehydration. My legs felt like they were mine. The most interesting development was that the gun was a part of the body.
Years later I was examined by a staff person who observed I had a little swelling in my right leg just above the foot. I could feel it at times where there was a degree or a gun. I had a small amount of Serzone which is no longer on the market, and I thought that the spot was from that.
A gun is part of the pathology that I observed in my body and where I realize that I have a remainder. I can reason these issues are from going from Chico to Seattle. All this is just since late summer 2001.
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