Dead Cat

I must relay to u a bit of humor. I broke my back and ribs in a fall July 19th 2006. After 5 weeks in intensive care and the hospital I went to therapy in another hospital. I kept smelling something like a dead cat. Well they immediately sent for the psychatrist. After a nice chat I was declared sane. But the smell persisted. In the hospital I had a huge bedsore on my butt which was two inches deep. After many weeks at home I was sent to a surgeon. Who cleaned the wound out and put some strong ointment in the wound. AS i related to the surgeon what had happened he laughed and laughed. The bed sore was eating my flesh in my butt and the smell was the dead skin. So even in the hospital they could not figure it out. But because of this I met the chaplin a wonderful lady who let me cry with her. It was at least 6 months before I could stop crying. Every little thing made me cry. Walking side by side with death really tires u out.
Mr.Dana Lee Kimball