Thursday, April 25, 2013

Weapons Lesson

A few Sundays ago, a friend of mine and her husband took me to the range with them and taught me how to fire several guns. At the end of the day, I shot a 9mm handgun, a .45 handgun, a revolver, a shotgun and an AR.

Going into the lessons, we had one big obstacle: my paralyzed hand. Almost 13 years ago, I had to have back surgery and suffered a spinal stroke during the operation leaving me with a paralyzed left arm. In that time, I have recovered approximately 85% mobility. I lost my sense of pain and temperature in that arm from the stroke. Pain is just now returning. I will do an entry on this later on and explain it in full detail.

Because of my hand, the biggest questions were if I could load a magazine and if I could charge the weapon. In short, yes, but it depends on the weapon.

With the 9mm, I was able to load the magazine, pull back the slide, and fire the weapon. It was also the most comfortable for me once I got used to the recoil.

The revolver I used was a double action. I didn’t have trouble firing it, but the recoil hurt a lot more than the 9mm. I think it was because where it hit on my hand.

The .40 caliber had a little more kick than the 9mm, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

The shotgun was the worst for me. Loading it was easy, but I could not pull back the pump with my bad hand (the muscles and grip just aren’t there) so my friend pulled it back for me each time. The recoil was painful on my shoulder. In fact, it still hurt the next day. After 3 shots, I was done with that one.

The AR was a lot easier to use than the shotgun. There was also a lot less recoil.

Based on the weapons I tried, I would feel most comfortable owning a 9mm. Now, I’m not running out to buy one anytime soon. But it is nice to know that I can use a gun if I need to.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

In Loving Memory

Today is hard day for me. Two years ago today, my Grandma passed away.

One of my favorite memories of her is when we told her that I was pregnant. You can read about in my Christmas entry.

My Grandma was not always the easiest woman to deal with. But, I know she loved us all very much.

I feel like I am more reflective on her and her death this year. At first, I could not figure out why. But I realized that this is the first year that I have not had something life altering going on.
When she passed, I was still trying to deal with ExH's affair. It had only been 2 weeks since I had learned of it. I was so overwhelmed with that and trying to keep healthy for Rit (I still wasn't eating, but I had several Ensure drinks a day to make sure I got my calories) that I never really grieved for her. I just accepted it and kept moving forward.
Last year, when the anniversary of her death came around, I was in the process of getting a divorce. Anyone who has been through a divorce will tell you that it is an emotionally draining process. In fact, I think the only time I really cried for her was when I called up my Grandpa and got the answering machine. No one told me that it was still her voice on the machine. It caught me by complete surprise and I cried.
This year, I don't have anything going on like the years before. I am single, happy, and healthy. And I still miss her. I think she would be proud of how strong I am and how much I have grown since the divorce. I think she would be proud of Rit too.