My Health Problem(s)?, or, so what!!
So now I begin:
To begin with, I was cloned in 1933. No, this is in correct, I was cloned some nine months earlier than that but was ejected into this world at 7am on March 30, to be exact. Yes, I was placed on earth, I am an alien. There is no way that you can prove I do not belong since my DNA matches, exactly, that of my earth parents. The advanced skills of those who cloned me makes it so, when we visit your earth we are exactly like you. Our DNA and yours are the same, even though we may be aliens and you natives.
The following will be saved and copied to my Web page under "A monster is Created":
My health problems began with my birth. Shortly after my birth, perhaps 12 to 18 months, maybe longer, but when we lived in Bethany, Oklahoma, I contracted both measles and some other disease that I can't recall, perhaps mumps. I can barely recall sleeping in the Northwest corner room with all the blinds pulled down. I know I suffered but my mom, I did not know as the time, was a nurse and she nursed me back to health.
It was not until my family, my dad, big tank, my mom; little tank, and my siblings, the three little tubs; moved to San Antonio, Texas in 1940, when I was seven, that my next health event happened.
The first thing was that at the age of about eight or nine, I got an ear infection. This made me very, very sick. Because of the medication, I can recall throwing up a pink, staining, seemly stuff all over the rug as I lay on the couch. I did recover, thank God, or I would not be writing this now.
When our, my brother, sister and my, eyesight came into question and because my dad worked at Kelly Field, the premier Army Air Corps base, we siblings were obliged to have our eyes checked. During this time, a B-17, while taking off, lost power and crashed next to the hospital. It stopped it's motion just 10 feet from the hospital room where we had had our eyes dilated. Needless to say, with our eyes dilated, we could not see a thing, but we were evacuated. Other than getting some glasses to wear, no one in the hospital was harmed in any way.
Other than the normal colds, runny noses, and I don't want to go to school tummy aches, my final San Antonio health experience came when, over the Christmas vacation from school, while playing a special pype of football clone game, where the ball handler was the target of all the others, and for the first time in a long time, I wore shoes, I stepped on a rock, twisted my ankle and two days later, it was found that the foot was broken, not sprained. Man, was that time one of the bes tin my life, I was 14 years old and a student as St. Henry's Academy. What the very, very liberal Nun teacher did for me. But that is another story.
After WWII, my dad got work with Dr. Van Allen, of belt fame I do not know, but he was related to the belt, either son, cousin, or other close relative, James Van Allen. Both he and his wife were PhD in Physics, much like Albert Einstein and his first wife. I met his son, ?James? Van Allen, at his age of 16, mine, too, with the expressed effort to give ?James? access into the age of American teen years. He was already a Junior in College and I was just a high school sophomore. I even tried to get him to join me in playing baseball, but he was way, way too advanced for my feeble mind. This was the time I learned that I was born brainless. After three transplant attempts failed, I was told that I am stuck with being brainless for the rest of my life.
Anyway, my dad and Dr. Van Allen worked alone in a lab where they did research on the effects of radiation on the human body. I even use some of the data they produce to write a "theme" paper for my senior year in high school. The title of my paper was "the effects of radiation on the human body". I know, but the high shcool from which I graduated from was Bethesda-Chevy Chase, the most renown and advance school in the DC area. I even dated a gal who's family lived on Chevy Chase Boulevard. She was my date to the senior prom, one year after I graduated, was in collage and she was the senior and one of my sister's best friends. Too bad I did not stick with her but I was drafted and she went into nurses school. I loved that gal with a passion, would have made a bunch of babies with her had I been able. Alas, my next illness, I was incurably "love sick". But I digress.
I shall continue, please be patient. Had to stop to give aid to my wife and to walk and feed the dogs.
After one year of college, what was then Montgomery Junior College's very first year of operation, 1952-1953, a buddy with whom I played baseball on the college team, walked over to the draft board, one block from the college, told them we wanted to volunteer for the draft, renouncing our college deferment. They complied and that summer my buddy joined the paratroopers and on September 1, 1953, I reported for duty to become a medic in the United States Army. During my induction physical it was discovered that I have 2 degree flat feet but since it was congenital, I was fit for duty and classed 1A. Before our basic training began we took a battery of aptitude and IQ tests, then, as was the case then, even medics began with basic infantry training before moving on to medical training.
When our training we completed and half of our cycle was assigned to the European Theater and half to Asian Theater, two of us, Ross and I, were held over for assignment to OCS. We spent the entire next training cycle as cadre and assisted in leading the recruits through their ordeal. However, at the end of this cycle we were told that the Korean War had ended and that the Army did not need to kill anymore Second Lieutenants. We were to be assigned to active units to serve as medics. My first duty station was with the 47th Infantry Division at Camp Rucker, now Fort Rucker, Alabama, now the Helicopter School.
The duty with the 47th Division did not last too long. With the "Forgotten" War over, the colors of the 3rd Infantry Division was brought home and with the 47th a National Guard Division it was deactivated. All of us who were left without a home proceeded to march under the colors of the elite #rd Infantry. At Sand Hill section of Ft. Binning, Georgia, WE proceeded to test the new concept of deployment, the Pentomic Division which required we spend the vast majority of our time in the field under combat conditions. However, during our time in garrison, many interesting events happened. I will save these for another story except to whet your interest by naming a movie called "The Phoenix City Story", a New Year's Eve Patty Wagon, baseball, and the officer's pistol range.
When My time in the Army was about to end, for some reason, I was given "light duty". This meant I no longer was on the duty roster. I was never told why I had light duty prescribed but let me hazard a few guesses. As I said earlier, I entered service with 2 degree flat feet but my discharge physical gave me 4.5 degree falt feed and a 10% service connected disability. I can't prove this since my DD214 and medical records were apparently destroyed in the records center St. Lewis fire in the 1970's. One more thing that might have led to the light duty is that some time later I found that there is a 3/4" difference in my leg lengths. Thus, when I stood at attention, in order to stand straight, I had to lift my left heel 3/4" off the ground in order to level my pelvic girdle, thus taking a slight kink out of my spine and leveling my shoulders. Even today, I stand wth my feet apart about 12 to 18 inches to compensate. Since I was in a medical company, I think that the doctors probably notices my crooked stance and this is why the light duty. Some of those doctors back then were rather good and, also, rather observant.
Now, where did I leave off? Ah, yes, there it is:
When I got home I actually was at a loss, at total loss, as to what I wanted to do with myself. I knew I wanted to go to college and I knew I had the GI BIll which would pay my way. I, also, wanted to play baseball, or so I thought. This was the summer of 1955 and after screwing up with my interview at Oklahoma University and was rejected, I applied to Central State College, a little "teacher's college" to the north of Oklahoma City in Edmond, Oklahoma and an easy communicating distance from my parents home. I was accepted with out prejudice and so, made my rounds. The first thing I wanted to do was to contact the athletic director and see if I could "try out" for the college baseball team. That was approved and I did try out, only to find that the athletic director was the football coach and the baseball coach. He did nto know anything about baseball but was an outstanding football coach, After two weeks, I withdrew from baseball, partly because of the couch and partly because I could not stand in the field and be effective for more than six or seven innings. My old problems with my legs has returned. So now, on with my education, major to be Chemistry/Physics, double major!
Interruptions! Interruptions! Interruptions! Now, on with my story:
From college then my career onward, there was nothing health wise out of the ordinary. My leg problems still bothered me a little but were not unmanageable with an aspirin or two. Of coarse there were the allergies in season and the colds and flu in their season. One might say I was healthy son of a gun. It was during this period, however, that I discovered that I was brainless and that my parents thought it was best to keep that a secret when the three brain transplants failed to take.
As fate would have it, things went well until after my divorce in 1974 and remarriage in 1976. The two winters, 1976 and 1977 in Oklahoma City were quite severe with frozen precipitation laying on the ground and streets from January 1 through the end of March. It was at this time, when trying to push our suburban off the ice where the wheels has stuck hard that I injured my back. It was when the doctor was examining the extent of my injury that there was a 3/4" difference in my leg length which caused a tilt in my pelvic bone when I stood erect. This put a strain on my lower spine as I pushed the car and, earlier, when in the Army, caused me to have to raise one heel off the ground so my shoulders would be level when we were at attention. If I stood with my feet apart the tilt would be minimized and my spine would then straighten. Now I know why I had to give up my baseball career, flat feet and a tilted spine. OOPS, a storm approaches and I need to shut down the computer for the duration. Be back later. Interruptions! Interruptions! Interruptions! The lightning flashes and the thunder roles.
To begin with, I was cloned in 1933. No, this is in correct, I was cloned some nine months earlier than that but was ejected into this world at 7am on March 30, to be exact. Yes, I was placed on earth, I am an alien. There is no way that you can prove I do not belong since my DNA matches, exactly, that of my earth parents. The advanced skills of those who cloned me makes it so, when we visit your earth we are exactly like you. Our DNA and yours are the same, even though we may be aliens and you natives.
The following will be saved and copied to my Web page under "A monster is Created":
My health problems began with my birth. Shortly after my birth, perhaps 12 to 18 months, maybe longer, but when we lived in Bethany, Oklahoma, I contracted both measles and some other disease that I can't recall, perhaps mumps. I can barely recall sleeping in the Northwest corner room with all the blinds pulled down. I know I suffered but my mom, I did not know as the time, was a nurse and she nursed me back to health.
It was not until my family, my dad, big tank, my mom; little tank, and my siblings, the three little tubs; moved to San Antonio, Texas in 1940, when I was seven, that my next health event happened.
The first thing was that at the age of about eight or nine, I got an ear infection. This made me very, very sick. Because of the medication, I can recall throwing up a pink, staining, seemly stuff all over the rug as I lay on the couch. I did recover, thank God, or I would not be writing this now.
When our, my brother, sister and my, eyesight came into question and because my dad worked at Kelly Field, the premier Army Air Corps base, we siblings were obliged to have our eyes checked. During this time, a B-17, while taking off, lost power and crashed next to the hospital. It stopped it's motion just 10 feet from the hospital room where we had had our eyes dilated. Needless to say, with our eyes dilated, we could not see a thing, but we were evacuated. Other than getting some glasses to wear, no one in the hospital was harmed in any way.
Other than the normal colds, runny noses, and I don't want to go to school tummy aches, my final San Antonio health experience came when, over the Christmas vacation from school, while playing a special pype of football clone game, where the ball handler was the target of all the others, and for the first time in a long time, I wore shoes, I stepped on a rock, twisted my ankle and two days later, it was found that the foot was broken, not sprained. Man, was that time one of the bes tin my life, I was 14 years old and a student as St. Henry's Academy. What the very, very liberal Nun teacher did for me. But that is another story.
After WWII, my dad got work with Dr. Van Allen, of belt fame I do not know, but he was related to the belt, either son, cousin, or other close relative, James Van Allen. Both he and his wife were PhD in Physics, much like Albert Einstein and his first wife. I met his son, ?James? Van Allen, at his age of 16, mine, too, with the expressed effort to give ?James? access into the age of American teen years. He was already a Junior in College and I was just a high school sophomore. I even tried to get him to join me in playing baseball, but he was way, way too advanced for my feeble mind. This was the time I learned that I was born brainless. After three transplant attempts failed, I was told that I am stuck with being brainless for the rest of my life.
Anyway, my dad and Dr. Van Allen worked alone in a lab where they did research on the effects of radiation on the human body. I even use some of the data they produce to write a "theme" paper for my senior year in high school. The title of my paper was "the effects of radiation on the human body". I know, but the high shcool from which I graduated from was Bethesda-Chevy Chase, the most renown and advance school in the DC area. I even dated a gal who's family lived on Chevy Chase Boulevard. She was my date to the senior prom, one year after I graduated, was in collage and she was the senior and one of my sister's best friends. Too bad I did not stick with her but I was drafted and she went into nurses school. I loved that gal with a passion, would have made a bunch of babies with her had I been able. Alas, my next illness, I was incurably "love sick". But I digress.
I shall continue, please be patient. Had to stop to give aid to my wife and to walk and feed the dogs.
After one year of college, what was then Montgomery Junior College's very first year of operation, 1952-1953, a buddy with whom I played baseball on the college team, walked over to the draft board, one block from the college, told them we wanted to volunteer for the draft, renouncing our college deferment. They complied and that summer my buddy joined the paratroopers and on September 1, 1953, I reported for duty to become a medic in the United States Army. During my induction physical it was discovered that I have 2 degree flat feet but since it was congenital, I was fit for duty and classed 1A. Before our basic training began we took a battery of aptitude and IQ tests, then, as was the case then, even medics began with basic infantry training before moving on to medical training.
When our training we completed and half of our cycle was assigned to the European Theater and half to Asian Theater, two of us, Ross and I, were held over for assignment to OCS. We spent the entire next training cycle as cadre and assisted in leading the recruits through their ordeal. However, at the end of this cycle we were told that the Korean War had ended and that the Army did not need to kill anymore Second Lieutenants. We were to be assigned to active units to serve as medics. My first duty station was with the 47th Infantry Division at Camp Rucker, now Fort Rucker, Alabama, now the Helicopter School.
The duty with the 47th Division did not last too long. With the "Forgotten" War over, the colors of the 3rd Infantry Division was brought home and with the 47th a National Guard Division it was deactivated. All of us who were left without a home proceeded to march under the colors of the elite #rd Infantry. At Sand Hill section of Ft. Binning, Georgia, WE proceeded to test the new concept of deployment, the Pentomic Division which required we spend the vast majority of our time in the field under combat conditions. However, during our time in garrison, many interesting events happened. I will save these for another story except to whet your interest by naming a movie called "The Phoenix City Story", a New Year's Eve Patty Wagon, baseball, and the officer's pistol range.
When My time in the Army was about to end, for some reason, I was given "light duty". This meant I no longer was on the duty roster. I was never told why I had light duty prescribed but let me hazard a few guesses. As I said earlier, I entered service with 2 degree flat feet but my discharge physical gave me 4.5 degree falt feed and a 10% service connected disability. I can't prove this since my DD214 and medical records were apparently destroyed in the records center St. Lewis fire in the 1970's. One more thing that might have led to the light duty is that some time later I found that there is a 3/4" difference in my leg lengths. Thus, when I stood at attention, in order to stand straight, I had to lift my left heel 3/4" off the ground in order to level my pelvic girdle, thus taking a slight kink out of my spine and leveling my shoulders. Even today, I stand wth my feet apart about 12 to 18 inches to compensate. Since I was in a medical company, I think that the doctors probably notices my crooked stance and this is why the light duty. Some of those doctors back then were rather good and, also, rather observant.
Now, where did I leave off? Ah, yes, there it is:
When I got home I actually was at a loss, at total loss, as to what I wanted to do with myself. I knew I wanted to go to college and I knew I had the GI BIll which would pay my way. I, also, wanted to play baseball, or so I thought. This was the summer of 1955 and after screwing up with my interview at Oklahoma University and was rejected, I applied to Central State College, a little "teacher's college" to the north of Oklahoma City in Edmond, Oklahoma and an easy communicating distance from my parents home. I was accepted with out prejudice and so, made my rounds. The first thing I wanted to do was to contact the athletic director and see if I could "try out" for the college baseball team. That was approved and I did try out, only to find that the athletic director was the football coach and the baseball coach. He did nto know anything about baseball but was an outstanding football coach, After two weeks, I withdrew from baseball, partly because of the couch and partly because I could not stand in the field and be effective for more than six or seven innings. My old problems with my legs has returned. So now, on with my education, major to be Chemistry/Physics, double major!
Interruptions! Interruptions! Interruptions! Now, on with my story:
From college then my career onward, there was nothing health wise out of the ordinary. My leg problems still bothered me a little but were not unmanageable with an aspirin or two. Of coarse there were the allergies in season and the colds and flu in their season. One might say I was healthy son of a gun. It was during this period, however, that I discovered that I was brainless and that my parents thought it was best to keep that a secret when the three brain transplants failed to take.
As fate would have it, things went well until after my divorce in 1974 and remarriage in 1976. The two winters, 1976 and 1977 in Oklahoma City were quite severe with frozen precipitation laying on the ground and streets from January 1 through the end of March. It was at this time, when trying to push our suburban off the ice where the wheels has stuck hard that I injured my back. It was when the doctor was examining the extent of my injury that there was a 3/4" difference in my leg length which caused a tilt in my pelvic bone when I stood erect. This put a strain on my lower spine as I pushed the car and, earlier, when in the Army, caused me to have to raise one heel off the ground so my shoulders would be level when we were at attention. If I stood with my feet apart the tilt would be minimized and my spine would then straighten. Now I know why I had to give up my baseball career, flat feet and a tilted spine. OOPS, a storm approaches and I need to shut down the computer for the duration. Be back later. Interruptions! Interruptions! Interruptions! The lightning flashes and the thunder roles.
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