Post by steve201 on Jan 5, 2010 0:16:57 GMT -5
thought this would be a good way to get to know you guys...so..tell us about yourselves..how and when did you get SD...maybe a bit bout your life.....here's mine...
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this is my story, Like anyone really wants to know...but here I am......
my story..wow...it's kinda crazy....first off...I've always worked my butt off in one form or another...I was raised a Navy Brat from alcoholic parents...life was good while dad was at sea...but tough....Mom would work odd jobs as a waitress or something....and dad would be at sea for 6-8 mos at a time...when they got back together it was party time....
well.this went on most of my life....when I turned 18, I signed up for the AF...now I know your thinking wow..a navy brat joining the AF...well..I did it to pi$$ my dad off...it worked.....he swore that I'd finally lost my mind...
well..after 6 yrs in the AF..I decided it was time to get out since the Vietnam war was ending and it looked like I was gonna get tossed out anyway from force reductions...After a couple of aweful jobs..I decided that college was in store for me...
i got out of college and decided it was time to get a job......so I went to work in the Civil engineering field...hated it...It was neat though in away, getting to design highways and parking lots...but I couldn't see myself doing this the rest of my life...
so..I started applying for jobs at the local Navy shipyard...hmmm....go figure..I'm a navy brat..I know ships and boats...so..what better way to start a career....
I got hired on at Mare Island Navshpyd in the Nuclear reactor plant testing section....that lasted about a yr and I decided that being a clerk wasn't for me...so I transfered to the Electrical systems integration group...Basically integrating every electrical system that goes into a nuclear submarine...
well..it was fun..I was doing things the average person couldn't do...or knew about....after about a yr and a half I got recruited into a group called Ocean Engineering....we were working on a spook boat..one that is designed to spy on the soviet union....
At this time things were getting tense for me...I was working on cars and building engines for people while working 12 hr days at the shpyd..and trying to work a marriage...well...the marriage crashed....got divorced and my stress level started going up....this is back in the 80's....
well...after a few yrs of working in other shipyards and getting remarried...I finally came to the conclusion that I wanted to do something that has always been on my mind..and marsha told me I needed a hobby...well...TADA!!..big idea...I've always wanted to be a photographer...and marsha was supporting that effort...so..after alot of schools and training..I started working as a professional photographer doing weddings and portraites....well..the stress was building and building....
on top of that I'd changed jobs and was now working at Boeing Commercial aircraft co. on the 747...later to change to Customer engineering where I worked on all models...here you are with a customer and you only have one chance to get the photos that they are expecting AND they expect perfection....let me tell you ...people can get ugly with a bad photo...
well..about 2000...I'm shooting 14-16 weddings a summer...I'm doing family portraits like their going out of style and Boeing...the company I'd been working at for the past 5 yrs ...and in the Engineers union..decided that they needed to strike...it was a successful strike but for some reason...I was thinking in my 2 little braincells in my kanogin, my career was over..I was going against the company ...mainly committing mutiny !!(remember I was raised a navy brat??)....well...deep inside my head ..I had a couple of braincells fighting about going on strike...it was the right thing to do but the other one was saying ...nope dope..your committing mutiny!!...I became so stressed out that I imagined living in a box under the bridge someplace...loosing everything I'd worked for...home..wife...
car...everything...
so..the strike ended...I went back to work....and we felt we needed to do something to relieve stress.....so...we bought a boat!!...yep..no stress here!!!....Now I'd been around boats and ships all my life growing up..but not driving them!!!...I never even got to drive a submarine on seatrials..!!!...
so...our first outing was white knuckled....I went out ..tried to dock and crashed off the docks....it was ugly!! ....well...when we got back to our marina...my legs felt heavy...I couldn't breath...my hands blew up like mickey mouse hands....I couldn't walk up the ramp !!!...so...marsha had to empty the boat out for me....we got the boat put away and I was in really bad shape....we went the next day to the walk in clinic and the doc was suspect of an autoimmune disease....I just couldn't understand what he was talking about...
I got with our PC and he was an idiot...total doofus....he'd order a blood test and couldn't read the results..this went on for 8 weeks..finally we went into see him and told him that he obviously didn't know what was wrong with me...marsha was a mess...she got upset and told him that he either refer us to a specialist or we were going over his head and get him fired...well..the explosion could be heard all over the clinic....(note..he's not my pc anymore)....
well...a week later I went in to see my Rhummy...Dr. Sean Slack in everett.....he did some initial tests like the drop of silica on my finger nails.....look at skin....pinch test.......blood..pft....echocardiogram...fine cut ct....bone density....broncoscopy....you name it...I had it done...then after all the tests....he says..I think you have SD...you need to go see Dr. Furst in Seattle....well....he confirmed Dr. Slacks diagnosis and sent me out to get the drugs of choise...
what I didn't know at the time was that Dr. Furst called me one of the walking dead..he didn't give me 6 mos to live...(really glad he didn't tell me that)....
well....6 mos later I go back to see him and I'm not doing well...he's got me on cytoxan/prednisone/diltiazem...and god only knows what else I was on.....I changed PC docs to a guy down in seattle and he believed in mind and body treatment...he prescribed me to see a shrink...for the next 4 yrs I was seeing this psychologist for my emotional health as well as all the other doc's and therapists for the body...i went to deep tissue massage...the kind that when they feel an organ...they go a bit deeper...
physical therapist for strength.....
well..after 10 yrs now of strength training...deep tissue massage...and tons of drugs....I'm still vertical...I'm doing fine except for my right hand that is driving me nuts with renauds.....when it gets cold or I get stressed...my hand flairs up....my lungs have slightly improved from 28% loss to 20% loss....that's a heck of an improvement!!!...
we've graduated to a bigger boat...i can dock it pretty well now....I try not to stress to badly except when I go to the dentist and he shows me the needle he's about to stick me with......and life is really really good...I'm still at work at Boeing on a new airplane project...and did I say I'm still vertical??!!!.....
that;s my story and I'm sticking with it...
steve ;D
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this is my story, Like anyone really wants to know...but here I am......
my story..wow...it's kinda crazy....first off...I've always worked my butt off in one form or another...I was raised a Navy Brat from alcoholic parents...life was good while dad was at sea...but tough....Mom would work odd jobs as a waitress or something....and dad would be at sea for 6-8 mos at a time...when they got back together it was party time....
well.this went on most of my life....when I turned 18, I signed up for the AF...now I know your thinking wow..a navy brat joining the AF...well..I did it to pi$$ my dad off...it worked.....he swore that I'd finally lost my mind...
well..after 6 yrs in the AF..I decided it was time to get out since the Vietnam war was ending and it looked like I was gonna get tossed out anyway from force reductions...After a couple of aweful jobs..I decided that college was in store for me...
i got out of college and decided it was time to get a job......so I went to work in the Civil engineering field...hated it...It was neat though in away, getting to design highways and parking lots...but I couldn't see myself doing this the rest of my life...
so..I started applying for jobs at the local Navy shipyard...hmmm....go figure..I'm a navy brat..I know ships and boats...so..what better way to start a career....
I got hired on at Mare Island Navshpyd in the Nuclear reactor plant testing section....that lasted about a yr and I decided that being a clerk wasn't for me...so I transfered to the Electrical systems integration group...Basically integrating every electrical system that goes into a nuclear submarine...
well..it was fun..I was doing things the average person couldn't do...or knew about....after about a yr and a half I got recruited into a group called Ocean Engineering....we were working on a spook boat..one that is designed to spy on the soviet union....
At this time things were getting tense for me...I was working on cars and building engines for people while working 12 hr days at the shpyd..and trying to work a marriage...well...the marriage crashed....got divorced and my stress level started going up....this is back in the 80's....
well...after a few yrs of working in other shipyards and getting remarried...I finally came to the conclusion that I wanted to do something that has always been on my mind..and marsha told me I needed a hobby...well...TADA!!..big idea...I've always wanted to be a photographer...and marsha was supporting that effort...so..after alot of schools and training..I started working as a professional photographer doing weddings and portraites....well..the stress was building and building....
on top of that I'd changed jobs and was now working at Boeing Commercial aircraft co. on the 747...later to change to Customer engineering where I worked on all models...here you are with a customer and you only have one chance to get the photos that they are expecting AND they expect perfection....let me tell you ...people can get ugly with a bad photo...
well..about 2000...I'm shooting 14-16 weddings a summer...I'm doing family portraits like their going out of style and Boeing...the company I'd been working at for the past 5 yrs ...and in the Engineers union..decided that they needed to strike...it was a successful strike but for some reason...I was thinking in my 2 little braincells in my kanogin, my career was over..I was going against the company ...mainly committing mutiny !!(remember I was raised a navy brat??)....well...deep inside my head ..I had a couple of braincells fighting about going on strike...it was the right thing to do but the other one was saying ...nope dope..your committing mutiny!!...I became so stressed out that I imagined living in a box under the bridge someplace...loosing everything I'd worked for...home..wife...
car...everything...
so..the strike ended...I went back to work....and we felt we needed to do something to relieve stress.....so...we bought a boat!!...yep..no stress here!!!....Now I'd been around boats and ships all my life growing up..but not driving them!!!...I never even got to drive a submarine on seatrials..!!!...
so...our first outing was white knuckled....I went out ..tried to dock and crashed off the docks....it was ugly!! ....well...when we got back to our marina...my legs felt heavy...I couldn't breath...my hands blew up like mickey mouse hands....I couldn't walk up the ramp !!!...so...marsha had to empty the boat out for me....we got the boat put away and I was in really bad shape....we went the next day to the walk in clinic and the doc was suspect of an autoimmune disease....I just couldn't understand what he was talking about...
I got with our PC and he was an idiot...total doofus....he'd order a blood test and couldn't read the results..this went on for 8 weeks..finally we went into see him and told him that he obviously didn't know what was wrong with me...marsha was a mess...she got upset and told him that he either refer us to a specialist or we were going over his head and get him fired...well..the explosion could be heard all over the clinic....(note..he's not my pc anymore)....
well...a week later I went in to see my Rhummy...Dr. Sean Slack in everett.....he did some initial tests like the drop of silica on my finger nails.....look at skin....pinch test.......blood..pft....echocardiogram...fine cut ct....bone density....broncoscopy....you name it...I had it done...then after all the tests....he says..I think you have SD...you need to go see Dr. Furst in Seattle....well....he confirmed Dr. Slacks diagnosis and sent me out to get the drugs of choise...
what I didn't know at the time was that Dr. Furst called me one of the walking dead..he didn't give me 6 mos to live...(really glad he didn't tell me that)....
well....6 mos later I go back to see him and I'm not doing well...he's got me on cytoxan/prednisone/diltiazem...and god only knows what else I was on.....I changed PC docs to a guy down in seattle and he believed in mind and body treatment...he prescribed me to see a shrink...for the next 4 yrs I was seeing this psychologist for my emotional health as well as all the other doc's and therapists for the body...i went to deep tissue massage...the kind that when they feel an organ...they go a bit deeper...
physical therapist for strength.....
well..after 10 yrs now of strength training...deep tissue massage...and tons of drugs....I'm still vertical...I'm doing fine except for my right hand that is driving me nuts with renauds.....when it gets cold or I get stressed...my hand flairs up....my lungs have slightly improved from 28% loss to 20% loss....that's a heck of an improvement!!!...
we've graduated to a bigger boat...i can dock it pretty well now....I try not to stress to badly except when I go to the dentist and he shows me the needle he's about to stick me with......and life is really really good...I'm still at work at Boeing on a new airplane project...and did I say I'm still vertical??!!!.....
that;s my story and I'm sticking with it...
steve ;D