From Jamie directly: 

Y'all, I have been through a lot in life but THIS is some other level of difficult. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Most of you don't know that my forearm was mauled my fiance's pitbull last week. No growling no barking no provoking, no warning, it just happened. My son watched it all and thought I was going to die but ended up saving my life. The attack seemed to last forever. Thankfully no other part of my body was destroyed and my artery was protected. Thankfully the dog did not turn and attack my son. I had to have muscles and tendons repaired. Half my hand and arm is numb, I can barely move my fingers, I can't even look at my mangled arm. The wounds have to be cleaned twice a day to which I get anxiety about every time. Have flashbacks of the incident, I jerk awake in my dreams, I can't sleep for more than an hour at a time. I can't drive I can't write I can't draw, I have one hand and the other one is always in pain. Have to keep my whole arm above my heart all the time. Realizing there's a possibility that my left hand and arm may never be the same again. I'm only typing this because everyone asks how I'm doing and it's hard for me to use my phone with one hand so this way everyone can know how it's going. It hurts me to not be able to hang out with my son, it's difficult for my partner to take care of me and work at the same time. I can't work and I have bills to pay. The surgeon said I can't even get dust into the wound so I'm pretty much secluded to my room with a bunch of medications and pen and paper to write down what time I take them. (But I'm left handed). The chief of police looked over the medical records and deemed to the dog ferocious and the dog has been put down, for those wondering. The world and everyone in it is now in a safer place. I miss playing with my son, I miss playing with my dog, who is the sweetest Pitbull you'll ever meet. I have a different feeling about dogs and animals in general now that I can't explain, but it's different. I miss all my freedom, working, driving, drawing, shopping, cooking, cleaning, creating, riding my motorcycle, it's all gone right now. It was a traumatizing event and it's still not over I have a long road of recovery ahead of me. I know I'll get through it like I have every other adversity in my life I just didn't think it was going to be this difficult. Definitely the time to be thankful... For what you do have, what you did have, and what you hope to have again.