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About Christopher Wetmore

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About Christopher Wetmore
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?Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.? ? Seneca the Younger, Roman statesman and philosopher (3 B.C.-A.D 65).Of course the game is rigged. Don't let that stop you--if you don't play, you can't win.Robert HeinleinHere is (part) of my history:OK, Ana & me....I was a dispatcher for Metro Taxi with a weird schedule. I worked Friday, Saturday Sunday and Monday (12 hour shifts on Saturday and Sunday). So with three days off, I devoted one of them to driving for STS, the transportation service for the disabled.I picked Ana up once. She worked in Coral Gables, and lived in Cutler Ridge. After that, I sent cabs for her several time, and said hello to her on the radio. Finally, a mutual friend (one of the drivers) got married, and we both attended the receptionWe started dating after that. I'd drive down from North Miami to spend the weekend with her (my schedule had changed). After about 6 weeks, I quit my dispatching job, and moved in with her.Ana's disability was polio. She'd caught it as a very young girl in Matanzas, and ended up being forced to use braces and crutches to walk.After a few months of living together, we moved to an apartment neat Country walk...and a few years later, Andrew blew our roof off. We ended up buying a townhouse off 152 avenue and Kendall.By then I was working for a office supply company, commuting to Ft. Lauderdale every morning, finishing up at night at home.Ana could be wonderful, warm and charming. She could also be a self-centered *****.A few years later, another ongoing condition she had called Zollinger-Ellison Syndrome finally caught up with her. Z-E is inherited, and Ana's mother had her stomach removed. Ana's gastro doctor, who'd been treating her for 15 years, finally told her that there was nothing more he could do for her. We drove up to Tampa for a second opinion, and the doctor concurred-Ana needed her stomach removed, and a pouch formed so she could eat.Surgery got scheduled, and in a 10 hour operation, her stomach was removed, her pancreas was biopsied. Longest day of my life.She spent 2 weeks in the hospital. The whole last month was one of the sweetest times of our lives together. Ana was terrified, and dropped her *****y ways.She was discharged from Jackson. Two days later, I was sleep deprived (I had to get up every hour to move her legs-she was so weak she couldn't do it herself. We decided to take a nap about 12:30....I remember hearing her having problems breathing, but I was so sleep-deprived that I couldn't, or didn't wake up all the way. About an hour later, I got up to use the bathroom, and saw her staring glassy-eyed and unblinking...I panicked, called the home heath service, who told me to call 911. I tried to do CPR on her...Fire/rescue showed up, and tried for 45 minutes. They finally pronounced her dead.Now, this was 2003, in June. There had just been a case of a woman whose husband had died, and she'd kept him around for months. So I spent a couple of hours with 2 cops waiting for the hearse from the funeral home to show up.By this time, my mother had come over from work. I'd alerted her brother....who was still dealing with the death of his and Ana's father 2 months before....Ana was cremated. Later that summer, I took her ashes to the home of some mutual friends who had a beautiful home in the mountains of Western North Carolina.August 24, 2013 will be 10 years since I lost her. Years earlier, the Florida Legislature had capped the damages from lawsuits at public hospitals....and as of August 2003, they'd lowered it to the point where it was useless to sue.I went into shock for about 6 months. Then, the depression, which I've struggled with all my life, really kicked in. Finally, I started seeing a counselor. I had a good psychiatrist, too, and we must have tried 5 or 6 different antidepressants before we found the right combination that worked.A few years later, my mother, who'd been living with me since 2005, started having breathing problems. One day, they got so bad, I took her to the hospital. She ended up with MRSA-the superbug that antibiotics can't touch because people overuse antibiotics. Mom passed quietly in her sleep on May 6, 2008. A month later, Hartford Insurance pulled out of the Florida market. So I decided to move here to be close to my brother and his family.So....that's a bare bones story of my life with Ana. I don't mean to make her sound like a total *****-she wasn't by any means.And I still have guilt flashes about not waking up when I might have done some good. Mostly gone now....THE OTHER WORST DAY OF MY LIFE:This gets sordid...Back in 1996, my late wife Ana wanted to take in a guy as a renter in our townhouse. I strenuously objected. She finally over the course of 2 weeks, wore me down. I finally said yes.Understand,, I very seldom hate anyone. There was just something about him...he was, to put it bluntly, stupid, constantly looking for approval from me, and far to familiar with my wife. I really hated having him there, and hated Ana for not respecting my wishes. Still, I managed to stay civil, mostly.I was then working at an office supply company, a job I hated. But again, I managed.Now, usually, Thursday was my busy day. I was usually home late, but on Thursday, August 21, for some reason I managed to get home around 4:30 PM....Walked into my (our) bedroom, and found the two of them nude on the bed...I just put my lunch box down on the floor and walked out. Spent the next few hours in total shock. My mind was numb. I eventually ended up at my mother's. Told her what had happened (and my youngest brother, too). Somehow managed to get to work the next day-I remember bawling my head off while loading the truck. Spent Friday night at my mothers again. Saturday, I called Ana. I vented. She swore it was the only time. I hung up....Spent the day and Saturday night thinking. We went out for my youngest brother Andy's birthday. Slept fitfully.By Sunday....I don't know. I came home. Something in me had decided to forgive, or at least that I was better off with her than with out.I had been abused into going against my best wishes. To rub salt in the wound, Ana blamed ME for telling my mother, and for getting news from mutual friend that the idiot had visited the house, at least through the screen door. Ana couldn't see anything wrong with that (!), but blamed me for spoiling things with my mother.Ana was in denial. I was having my victim syndrome reinforced. Looking back on it, I think Ana was bipolar.
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Elizabethtown, Kentucky, United States
Interests:
Existentialism, Free-market anarchism, Knoppix, Ordo Templi Orientis, Chaos magic, Bacon, Cash, Ubun

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