I'd like to thank all of you for your support and good wishes, it means the world to me. Also, an update on my well-being; I'm still pissing like the red sea, but the pain seems to be less frequent but still present. I'm dealing more with nausia and light-headedness which comes and goes. I have an exam tomorrow and hopefully things will be on their way to improving.

Finally I guess it's about time I attempt to turn all this shittiness with my health into something productive.

So I've come up with a character who I'll simply refer to as Eddy. Eddy is a American who was plunged into the first world war under selective service. He is buried alive in a barrage on the last day of the war and is recovered three days later. He is sent to a hospital four wounds and eventually to an institution that specializes in shellshock victims. His time in that hospital is where the story starts.

I'm thinking it would be a story of a person in an insane asylum trying to prove he's not insane against all odds. It sounds a bit simple, but i'm going to attempt to outline his character development later.