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>Quadriplegic Actor Jim Troesh Dies at 54
Jim Troesh on Jim Troesh (with photos)
http://jimtroesh.blogspot.com/2010/04/dr-jekyll-and-mr-troesh.html
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Troesh
I often feel like there two completely different sides of me. So
different are these two sides they are almost at war. One side is the
public side; the Jim Troesh you see on TV, the me that schmoozes at
Hollywood parties, meets with executives, hangs with famous people
like Jack Black, promotes Jim Troesh, and performs on stage. The me
that goes to the store, talks on the phone, pays the bills, writes the
screenplays, magazines and other things like this blog.
Then there is the quadriplegic Jim Troesh. (I was 15 in this picture)
That is the part no one knows too well. The part of me that deals with
muscle spasms, manages caregivers and their multitude of
personalities, deals with nursing registries, doctors, medications,
and intense regime of morning and nighttime care, as well as
depression, anger, jealousy, envy, and everything else that goes along
with being paralyzed from the shoulders down. The part of me that
tries to connect with a body that I cannot feel. The part of me that
thinks I should have dealt with all of this years ago.
Occasionally, these two opposing forces meet on the pages of my
screenplays, and I'm able to spew out my feelings. That is when I am
writing at the top of my game, writing stories that someone without my
disability couldn't possibly write because I have a unique
perspective. When I'm in that zone I feel that it's all been worth
while. Maybe like war veterans turn screen writers must feel.
On any given day, one or the other Jim Troesh may be in charge. Most
of the time, quadriplegic Jim rides in the back seat and public Jim
takes care of business. Occasionally though, quadriplegic Jim takes
over because things like bladder infections, muscle spasms or a unique
gift God saved for quadriplegics called autonomic dysreflexia force
themselves into the forefront. On days like that, I wonder about my
ability to make it in this business at all.
I guess that is why I'm here. Mine is the unique blessing of having
the gifts to share this feeling, these thoughts with the world. As
hard as it is to say, I guess I am thankful for all the adversities
I'm given, because I've also been given many blessings. It is those
qualities that I share with readers of this blog, and any and all who
have ever read or seen my work.
--
"It's not that I'm afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens." - Woody Allen
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