Thursday, May 9, 2013

Ok... So now for the fun stuff!!!!!

I put out a video today and none of you have to watch it. It was for a couple people who have contacted me because they are in the same situation. But if you you like here it is.....

I also picked the prosthetic I'm getting and its awesome her is the link to the web page if you would like to check that out as well:

That is all for now, much love everyone. Especially Marshall Banks. 

Stay Classy Tacoma ( And Surrounding Areas )

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Doctors visit

I went in to see Dr. Pakzad today and I thought my wounds where looking pretty good and the healing process was FINALLY taking place. I was wrong, the wounds weren't healing internally. They gave the appearance of closing but where still a half inch deep. Needless-to-say the doctor took a small spoon looking thing, dug everything out and bandaged everything up. Not fun. Its getting hard to be positive and i feel like faking it till I make it is an option governed by the day--sometimes I can and sometimes I can't. I have talked with people who have gone through bad things in there lives and it always went something like this: Don't let what happen govern the rest of your life. Try and stay positive, ask for help and I will be there. Do something you love: Music, writing, fishing, painting, reading; find your passion. If your listening to depressing music make a switch, music has more power than you think. The power of positive thinking is something we over look everyday, if you think you can or you think you can't your right. I have regurgitate these things a hundred times trying to encourage others and let them know I care. Now I'm having to swallow these words with a giant spoon and i'm taking it terribly. I will continue to fight because that's what I do, I fight. But man I tell you what I have been doing this since 2007 and I'm so done. I want this so bad and I wont quite though everything inside me is telling me to lay down and die. I hate this. The pain, drugs, lack of mobility, not being able to accomplish minor tasks. Its emasculating and demoralizing I feel a little smaller each day. I feel like me person has changed and I'm not quite me anymore and I loose a little bit of myself each day. I want it back but I'm not sure how to do so. Will a prosthetic accomplish this? I guess only time will tell. Ahhhhh I refuse to be sad, I refuse to have this change me, I refuse to be negative and I will rise above this and beat it. 

Stay classy Tacoma (and surrounding areas) 


Monday, May 6, 2013

To my friends!!!

I count my self among the lucky ones. I can say with the utmost honesty that I know some of the greatest people to ever walk on this planet, I also have the privileged of calling them my friends. I want to not only thank you for putting up with my crap and loving me through just about everything, but also commend you on  being such stand up people. I really couldn't ask for more. I spent time this weekend with a group of kids that made me remember why I love life so much. I felt nothing but contentment the entire time. I have no leg and you all still passed a football to me, you catered to my every need, you treated me like a normal person  even though in reality i'm quite different. Names like Arianna, Teila, Sara, Bill, Cameron, Aiden, Chelsea, Ben, Mirae, Cody and Marshall the sexy man Banks make me happy inside and made my weekend. I have been so down and so low the last three weeks I forgot what it was like to be surrounded by great friends. I don't know all of you as well as I would like, but I want you to know I love all of you with everything inside of me. And I can't wait to meet again. I shed a bit of a tear as I was driving away I kind of just wanted to go back. Long live the commune. And to all of my friends that I wasn't with this weekend thank you for the love you show me and the time you have spent being bored at my apartment or else where. It means more to me that you will ever ever ever know!!! I can only hope that if any of you are ever in need of anything that you know I would be by your side. I value you all so much and I wish I could do something to show it. My life is full of memories that consist of all of you and I wouldn't have it any other way. Love you friends and tell them often, be humble and kind and see it returned, remember all of the good times but don't dwell-- continue to make new ones. Again at the cost of sounding like a broke record, I love you all like brothers and sisters and I want you to know that. Thank you for making my life the best it can be. A lyric that rang true for me this weekend was this:

A good friend once told me you are a memory
without them we equal nothing

Its nothing but true you all equal my memories and with out all of you I would equal an empty nothing. Now all of you come see me more so I'm not bored out my damn mind this weekend. : ) 


Andrew West

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Test one two three

I have people calling me asking, "why are you not blogging anymore, everybody loves reading them and I don't know how your doing". I have had nothing good to write about. NOTHING!!! Someone told me it doesn't matter if its good or not you need to speak the truth. Truth: I can't stand this, I feel like putting a bullet in my brain rather than stay in this box. Its finally nice outside and what? I have to stay inside, doctors orders.Today would be the day, May 4th, that they do my final X-ray and give me the thumbs up to start putting weight on nubstep. Instead I'm sitting in my house writing a freaking blog about how none of that is going to happen today, about how I have to be in this hell hole for another month in a half plus. Everyone keeps telling me "its just for a time" "the end will come soon" "hang in there buddy" and I feel like I tell myself the same BS everyday. But you know what no one is me, and no one can really understand how much I hate sitting. I never stop, since the day I could walk I have never stopped-- always moving. Shoot I used to remember not being able to sleep in fear I might miss something. It may not always of been for the best but I liked it that way. Now not only do I have to sit, but i have to stay. I prepared for 2 months of hopping and wheelchair and crutches, OH MY. I didn't prepare for 4 months, maybe more. Fact: EF SITTING Fact: Inside sucks FACT: NO ONE WILL EVER SEE ME AGAIN ONCE I GET MY PROSTHETIC I'M PULLING A GUMP, IMA GUNNA RUN...FOREVER. I lost about 10 lbs while in the hospital. I have gained 15 back. I can't work out, I can't do anything. I'm never going to cut off my leg again. 

In better news, my peg leg fund in at like 1400 now. My grandma Jan's church took an offering for me and raised a 777.00 (I feel like this was planned lol). I don't know the name of the church, I know not one person in attendance at her church and I never asked anyone to do anything. It really was amazing and from what I gather they are a very small church. Who is giving more, the person who gives 20 dollars and 20 dollars is all they have and they still have to buy gas to get home. Or the person who has 20 billion dollars and gives a million. Thank you to this church, that was amazing. You have blessed not just me but my soul. I forget that sometimes you can still find good people. 

I have been in this place for far to long and I just want out. I love much, I fear nothing and I will accomplish everything I put my mind to. 

Dear leg: Get better now.

Dude who wants to walk on you again. 

You stay classy Tacoma (and surrounding areas) 

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Can a Cracka Get A Mulligan... PRRRRREASE!!!!

Today was possibly the worst day I have had in a long time. Nothing went well, remember that game chutes and ladders? Today was like that one giant chute that took you all the way back to the beginning from close to the end. It turns out that rain, trex decking, and crutches don’t work well together. I was crutching out of an establishment and I slipped and fell. Not thinking I tried to catch myself with a left foot that wasn’t there and with all my weight, stepped down, and smashed the crap out of my nub. In a ton of pain, Arianna rushed me to the Emergency Room. I sat there for a long while waiting to hear anything. Finally the doctor took x-rays and told me we needed to wait for Dr. Pakzad (my surgeon) to do anything. Getting out of surgery, Pakzad came into my room armed with a couple different size scalpels, scissors, tweezers, needles and many other medical instruments to complete his arsenal. I had two open wounds that, according to him, “didn’t look good”. So Without any more talk he grabbed his tools of his trade and started to cut, deeper and deeper he went cutting high and low removing anything that had grown in the last month. He cut everything out in order to remove any and all infection or dead tissue—making the wound essentially brand new. In doing this he almost doubled the size of each open wound. So what came next: a nice hot dish of disinfectant with sutures on the side. Three stitches came next and I tell you what, that was a cool thing to watch. Oh yeah and did I forget to mention he did all of this without anything to mask the pain, Strait up bite on a bullet status. I mean I have a pretty high pain threshold but COME ON!!!  After the fun stuff Doc told me I had broken everything in Sir Nubbers and I’m  back to square one. So my clock starts over. After going through this I was in a lot of pain and just wanted to get out of there. The doctor’s final words where “if that bone doesn’t heal up properly, we will have to put you under and take it out”. Awesome, if I don’t heal well, I have to get a surgery to undo what he already did.  So I can’t drink for another two months plus, I’m stuck in this stinking apartment and I’m in a ton of pain currently. Nothing is coming up Drew. So to all of my friends: Please come over more, I know I’m boring and kind of weird because I don’t see a lot of people anymore; but it means the world to me just having people in the same room as me. If you’re just doing homework or reading a book, or checking your fantasy baseball—I don’t care just kick it with me. If I don’t have friends by my side in this time, honestly, I might break. I need people. I love you all and I hope everything is going fantastic on your ends.

Stay classy Tacoma (and surrounding areas)


The last two

First One

Thursday, April 18, 2013

I'm so ready

Guess who's back, back again
Nuby's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back... 

I have officially gone crazy, a white padded room is where they need to keep me. I have no real good communication with humans anymore. I forgot how to talk to people. Being in this little place left me with nothing but my thoughts it's scary, at least before I could drink or smoke to keep my psycho spirit (Don't judge me its legal now, and go ahead throw that first stone) from imploding. I can't wait for my new leg already. I want to get up and go camping, do some fishing or anything. I'm bored and I can't help it. I have read, I have been learning a new language (Spanish), and I have been playing a ton of video games. I'm just not an inside person. I get out on the weekends and that's about it. I can't stand it. I'm so close to freedom I can taste the carbon fiber on my prosthetic. I'm ready to rock!