Mike Hendrix of Cold Fury needs help to mitigate the effects of having his leg cut off. Hendrix is a blogger brother from another mother. In fact, Hendrix helped me a lot with the technical and design aspects of the first version of this page back in 2003-2004. He was there before me and is another (rare) blogger who has reached the twenty-year mark. Now he’s been run onto one of the sharp reefs of life and needs help with his new prosthetic leg along with rebuilding his walking life. The details are:
Seems he has the diabeetus, which when the infection ackchully spread to a body-wide dealio, his left foot essentially died… like gangrene. The infection started working it’s way up his leg, and in order to save his life, the sawbones did just that. Incrementally to save -as much- of his leg as they could. They kept at it, hacking AND Massive Medications, and from what I’ve heard, they got ALL the shit (the infection itself) handled, but now?
Well, lets just say Mikey ain’t gonna need a “Left” Air Jordan anytime soon… His shit ends just above where the knee -was-
Now, to be utterly honest, not a bad spot to stop cutting. I know me personally at least three guys (Infantry/SF and ALL still on active duty last I heard) who’ve had legs lopped off, blown off or generally ‘removed’ in unnatural incidents… (although one we never speak of, as it involved three Mexican chicks, a Tijuana Donkey Show, a jelly donut and some –serious– depravity… ugly doesn’t begin to describe the scene)
Anywho, new stump-covers are really fucking good these days, hence my fundraiser. And he’s gonna need a LOT of drinks too…. Wars tend to seriously advance our know-how when it comes to traumatic Limb Injury… ask Aesop aboot it….
Mike goes back….. wayyyyyyyy back …. Mike goes back to the blogging stone ages of 2003 and later. Here’s a bit of Mike from May of 2003…
“And so the Times continues its long tour of the toilet bowl, which it would swear is a pleasant and invigorating swim and just the thing all of us ought to be enjoying. Somebody needs to flush the damned thing. And I won’t even bother with fisking the rest of Dowd’s latest “striver.” She’s no longer worth my time and trouble, and hasn’t been for a good while now. Dowd is an idiot, and the Times is a joke; at this point, you’re more likely to find credibility and integrity in the Weekly World News – plus, you get the occasional Bat Boy update to boot, which means it’s more entertaining too. The NYT ought to be printed on very soft paper, and it ought to come pre-wrapped around a smallish cardboard tube. With perforations, for convenient tearing.
And that, my friends, is all the news that’s fit to print.
Update! Okay, I’ve got a bit of a bone to pick here with James Taranto. In yesterday’s BOTW, he refers to Joanne Jacobs as a “blogress,” which is a bit too close to “ogress” for my liking, especially when I know for a fact she’s not like that at all. For shame, James; where’s your chivalry, man?”..