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When we first got married I was still racing motorcycle professionally and up until the day of my crash I was pretty competitive but that soon ended when a rookie dumped oil on the track after her blew up his piece of crap spewing oil all over the track causing myself and four other riders to go down. At first, I didn't fare too bed and was just shaken up until one of my best friends hit the oil slick and went down as well and I got hit with a three-hundred-pound motorcycle doing close to one hundred miles per hour. To say I was fucked up was a bit of an understatement. Broke my right shoulder my right arm and wrist smashed my hip and broke my foot. I guess the $1000 helmet on of my sponsors gave me is what saved my life or, so the ER doc told me.

Well after spending some time in the hospital I was allowed to leave so I could rehab in my own home, I had a lot of great friends who pitched in and helped my wife around my house doing the mundane crap like mowing the grass, taking care of our horses and all the other crap you take for granted when your healthy. So, it seemed I had the same shit luck with home health aides as I did that day on the track. First one was some older woman in her 60's who reeked of cigarette smoke who could barely help me out of the bed when I needed to go take a crap and she would just hand me a bedpan, I had enough of her shit and fired her ass, then #2 was some woman who spoke maybe 8 words of English and sat on her ass and watched dumbshit reality shows with the volume up so loud I couldn't sleep even if I felt like it, so her ass was shown to the door in less than a week. #3 from the agency never even showed up ...

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