Breaking Free From the Nightmare

In 2004 I found myself in a living nightmare. I wrecked my motorcycle breaking my left arm and leg. I spent two weeks in the hospital and almost eight months at home bedridden. I then spent about a year and a half in a wheelchair. When I was lying in that bed unable to move, wondering what it is I am supposed to do, to weak to open my meds., even with the pain making me wish I was dead. Inch by inch and pound by pound my weight increased. I was dying a slow and painful death. Each time I went to the doctor I was given another pill and another diagnoses of another disease. By the end of that first…