Uncle Gimpy's

The Uncle Gimpy Story

 I guess this story starts in 1958. Within 1 to 2 hours of being born I knew that food was good!

Now let's fast forward to June of 2006 when I got a blister on my right big toe. Which isn't a big deal unless you're 48, a diabetic that has been in construction for over 30 years. It took me a long time to build my tough guy attitude, and this blister was not going to get the best of me!  A little duct tape and away I would go ( always worked in the past). Well not this time.

On the 1st of July I had surgery to take off part of my big toe. Doctor said everything went well, just take it easy and use my own discretion. I think he forgot that I was a tough guy construction worker. Four weeks later the wounds still hadn't healed and things got worse.

"Honestly doctor, I don't know why this happened; all I did was go look at a customer service.( a 230 mile round trip and up and down the stairs. ) I'm a tough guy." 

Another surgery, five days in the hospital and twenty four days in a recovery center. A little rest at home and I will be good as new. This was the most pain I have ever known. Worse than kidney stones and falling off a two story bulding. Did I forget to mention the wound pump, wound care and the more than three hundred iv's I gave myself at home? I have a couple of new vocations.

So I got to put on a pair of real shoes 3 days before Christmas. Good thing I did. We went to Disneyworld for a week and they got me an electric scooter to move around in. That was fun  and I only rolled it once. 

OK... let's move on now to May 1st, 2007 and at that time I went on a fishing/camping trip. I was sleeping in the back seat of my truck when I jerked and hit my toe on the door handle and dislocated it. The one next to the now missing big toe.

A month later I got blister on the bottom of my foot that just wouldn't heal. In Feburary of 2008, I was still laying on the couch and watching T.V. when I saw a news report about how our wounded vets ( our heros ) who had lost legs and arms went out and ran iron man contests, did skydiving and climbed mountains. Enough was enough! I realized I wasn't living life by just laying on a couch.

So I went and talked to my doctor and asked him what plan B was. He replied, "take off the other four toes" and that's what we did. Four and half weeks later, I was up camping again.

It was a good choice to do the last surgery.

Well now you know how I got the name Uncle Gimpy. Then, you ask, where do the seasonings come from? Well after laying on the couch and watching food network, I had to have something to show for it!

And that is the UNCLE GIMPY STORY

(ps. I did stop smoking. It was easy. Whenever I got a craving, all I had to do was look down at my foot!!)                              

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