MY SECOND ORIGIN STORY?

Today is the 10-year anniversary when my life changed in ways, I thought would never happen to me.
19th June 2013 10:22pm, I got up to go for a pee, I was holding onto my walking frame as I already had problems with my legs due to my lymphedema and they were both bandaged up.
I got to the doorway of the kitchen to enter the corridor when my left leg stopped working and I could not hold myself up properly, Candy, my wife was in front of me and tried to hold me up but I told her to let go as I knew I was about to fall and I did not want to take her down with me, and then…WHAAAAM! I was on the floor with Candy anyway. I hated telling her to let go of me.
I was in quite a bit of pain because my knees were hurting, and then Candy asked how my ankle was feeling and I replied back with a why? And she revealed to me that my right foot was now facing backwards! I had dislocated it. She tried to help me onto the bed, but she could not do so she phoned for the fire brigade to come round and lift me up onto the bed, as the ambulance service refused to come round to just lift me up as they only deal with medical emergencies!
We could not get a GP out to see me until the next morning so we both tried to get some sleep despite the pain I was in, now I am very good at suppressing my pain as I do have a good threshold but it still bloody hurt!
The next day (20th) at around 5pm (as no one could be bothered to come out until then) a GP came over and took off some of the bandaging on my right foot and discovered a great big gaping hole in my ankle with the white bone peeking through and saying Hello! At this point I kinda panicked and Candy apologised and told me that I’ve got to go to hospital.
The first two weeks I was in hospital, I had no medical dressings as the nurses were told not to touch me as the wound care nurse was on holiday and she was the only one in the big hospital (James Cook University Hospital, Middlesbrough, UK) who deals with such stuff.
I had my right leg amputated on the 4th July and my left leg on the 20th August. As why I had my legs amputated above knee was because they let my right leg to be untreated for two weeks and my left leg only had an ulcer on the bottom of my left foot which was not treated either despite our nagging to the nurses who did fuck all. I had a small hole as well on the soul of my left foot, and it got infected by fecal matter as the cleaning spray they use to clean a person’s bum was also used to clean my ulcer and the hole! So that’s how I lost both my legs.
I was even told that I would never get prosthetics because they don’t do that for bilateral above knee amputees and I was also refused a shrinker sock as I did not need it.
Which is bollocks as plenty of ex-armed forces soldiers have such legs and get to lead ‘normal lives’ which I can’t. They had neither heard of “Stumpies” before, despite me showing them on my laptop what they were, the response was “We don’t do that sort of thing here!”
Even when it came to physio, all I was told to do was to lift my stumps up and down, and that’s it. They refused any other treatments for me as I was in hospital for 7 months in total.
I just want a chance to walk again, to wander through woods, to go into underground caves and tunnels doing my ghost hunting, to climb stairs, go into shops that I can’t get into because of my wheelchair, as the village I now live in is old and has giant kerbs and narrow doorways for wheelchair users.
I use to be 6ft1 and now I’m 4ft4 short, I am constantly having district nurses and private carers out twice a week to clean my stumps as they leak a lot and they also need dressing with compression bandages. I am in my wheelchair 24/7 as I can’t sleep in a bed, as the following year, I damaged it because I suffered from a stroke and I broke my lower back, but since then it has re-healed, but it just aches a lot. I have suffered from a number of heart attacks, strokes, seizures, nerve damage in my left arm, and I lost the use of my right arm and hand two years ago, due to a stroke. It has gotten better due to lifting weights but on the bad days, I suffer a bit of weakness in the hand as it’s my primary writing hand, so my writing has suffered a lot, my writing is now like a GP ‘s chicken scrawl, but I am good at using my laptop to type as I am also a writer.
I’m sorry for the long-winded moan, but I needed to get this off my chest as today is my anniversary of losing my everything!