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7 years ago
Long time no see, huh?
I'm still not done with my journey to make at least something right. Thing is, a pause seems to be in order.
No, I'm not after sympathy. I just get this vibe a few folks would like to know how i'm doing...and I'll be honest. Not well. Stress has taken its toll, and it came to a head in the past few weeks with pulmonary clotting, or embolism, however one says it. I managed to cling to life for over a week, unaware of what was wrong until it was almost too late, and even them I almost didn't get help.
You know? Dying, being so weak you can barely move even with help, changes your perspective on things. I thought I was dying from insulin shock at first. Limp muscle and gasping for air...I tell you. It's an experience no one wants. Thing is, even after the treatment, which they said is good, it seems God-if there is indeed one-isn't through telling me off yet for backing away from everything I loved, and leaving you folks in the dust to stop myself from digging the hole deeper, from driving myself crazy.
I've been through a lot, and I'm not done yet. Seems the only bloodthinner I'm qualified for is having some pretty bad side effects, so we'll see.
If I get through it all, maybe I'll come back and try writing again. Heck, even one more story for the road, maybe.
For now...I need to call the doctor. Take care, folks. Have fun, keep trucking along, yeah? If you want to wish me luck...hey. I won't say no. Lord knows I need it right now...but...I won't beg for it. All up to you, yeah? Take care, and good luck. Maybe...maybe I'm at the end of the road, and its time to settle in again once...if I'm well enough.
Ciao, people.
I'm still not done with my journey to make at least something right. Thing is, a pause seems to be in order.
No, I'm not after sympathy. I just get this vibe a few folks would like to know how i'm doing...and I'll be honest. Not well. Stress has taken its toll, and it came to a head in the past few weeks with pulmonary clotting, or embolism, however one says it. I managed to cling to life for over a week, unaware of what was wrong until it was almost too late, and even them I almost didn't get help.
You know? Dying, being so weak you can barely move even with help, changes your perspective on things. I thought I was dying from insulin shock at first. Limp muscle and gasping for air...I tell you. It's an experience no one wants. Thing is, even after the treatment, which they said is good, it seems God-if there is indeed one-isn't through telling me off yet for backing away from everything I loved, and leaving you folks in the dust to stop myself from digging the hole deeper, from driving myself crazy.
I've been through a lot, and I'm not done yet. Seems the only bloodthinner I'm qualified for is having some pretty bad side effects, so we'll see.
If I get through it all, maybe I'll come back and try writing again. Heck, even one more story for the road, maybe.
For now...I need to call the doctor. Take care, folks. Have fun, keep trucking along, yeah? If you want to wish me luck...hey. I won't say no. Lord knows I need it right now...but...I won't beg for it. All up to you, yeah? Take care, and good luck. Maybe...maybe I'm at the end of the road, and its time to settle in again once...if I'm well enough.
Ciao, people.
