Funny how when you are beat down nearly to death, and weaker then you could imagine, some of our best inspiration hits us hard at that time. Well I have seen this coming for many years, and it is high time I stop turning away from it, and embrace it for what it really is. I have no idea what this means. Could mean I quit using all computers and tech, shut down Wicked Radio, and just pursue criminal justice. Since nobody every helps me think about things I always make bad choices, so this time i will not make anymore choices a lone, no matter what situation i get put in, I do not want to have to think about everything logically and under extreme pressure. If you want to help please comment on here from time to time. PS I need lots n lots of friends, I only know 2 people in person anymore and that is not enough to keep the thought of humanity going inside my mind/
-Where am I and why am I in this basket?-
This is a continual blog of my crappy life. I am sick with many diseases, and no insurance, no job, living in a shitty ass crack of a town with no work for a guy like me.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Hospital again!
I know it has been quite some time between posting. That was because I thought I have my gastroparesis and Diabetes under control. Boy was I wrong! I am stuck in intensive care unit right now with only a laptop to keep me company even though I'm growing more and More pissed off because I cannot my my fingers work like they used to. So fuck it there will be typos until myself or someone else actually cares enough to make it right. Thursday the 1st of august i woke up really sick to my stomach and puking into my trash can. I thought maybe this was just another sour stomach flu that I heard was going around. after about 7 solid hours of nonstop puling, bile, blood, and other mystery fluids I decided to have my dad drive me to Madison, WI to Meriter hospital where I generally Gert outstanding treatment. I was rushed up to a room and admitted to the hospital within 10 minutes after arriving. I feel with the rate of typo's on this blog and the lame distractions from puissant Jen who wont shut about about how great and clean she feels. joy to the guy smelling like dirty diaper in the hospital bed.i will blog later this shit has me all pissed off now
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