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The only thing worse was wrestling that no sell lizard and horse!

I've been looking at pictures of toe prosthesis all day. Last night I tried walking a few steps and collapsed. It wasn't so much that my legs have been weakened by sitting in a wheelchair since last May, but I just couldn't walk right. The nerve to the toes to my left foot was cut during a procedure almost ten years ago. They don't move and until now were the primary reason I was tripping occasionally.

I'm definitely going to need a cane.

In other news, my brother returned from his vacation in Kenya. He had a bit of adventure. He got to feed a giraffe, played with some baby elephants, and made friends with a rhino (he said that he wanted to bring it home with him and make it his emotional support animal). He brought me back a knobkerrie (war club) which will really look neat stuck into the belt of my renfaire costume (my character is a religious pilgrim and traveller).

My brother also visited Paris and almost got caught in a Yellow Jacket demonstration. Later, he visited England and went sightseeing in London.

I wish I could've gone with him

I'm missing some artwork Lamia3332 commissioned for me. What's up mods?

You're going to freeze to death. Bye.

Finally got around to watching The Haunting of Hill House thanks to my Roku stick and my brother adding me to his Netflix account.

No spoilers here, but the miniseries is every bit as terrifying as its been made out to be. But in other places, wonderful too. It's worth your time even if you have to watch it from behind your fingers.

I also watched the List In Space reboot. It was a little bit too politically correct from me in some places, but I enjoyed it.

I don't like how Netflix is pushing their new Ted Bundy documentary. The monster's dead. Let him rot in his grave and move on already.

I had a boss who used to date Ted Bundy. He was an okay guy but according to my boss, but not his type. If she had been his type, my boss would've been left dead in some lonely place alongside the road.

BTW, I have my psychiatrist chills last week when I told her about the wickerman burning in Riverside I attended some 40 years ago. I guess she never had a patient who witnessed a human sacrifice before.

For the past couple of hours I've been rolling around this rehab in my wheelchair trying to find a good vantage point to watch the super full blood wolf moon thingy. No luck. I can't explain how sick I am at missing this event.

Life so far...

The foot is improving. The ulcer on the side is almost closed up, but there's always going to be a divot to remind me never to take a step without shoes again. The front of my foot where my toes used to be hasn't closed up yet, and I can still feel my toes.

Kidney disease and hypertension are under control. The closest I've come to a heart attack in May was when my brother told me he was opening my mail and that I was finally receiving disability checks. I had $3500 he was keeping a secret from me because he was afraid I'd go on a spending spree. My blood pressure rose to something like 190/70 for three days.

Eyes aren't getting much better. Blindness is a real possibility.

My brother Robert is vacationing in Africa. Kenya as a matter of fact. Besides the obvious, I won't have any visits from anybody for the next three weeks. If Mona is reading this, or somebody who knows Mona, please ask her to visit. Besides my brother Robert, I've had no visitors since May.

For the last few months, I've been in this rehab ward here a woman screams "Help me!" over and over again for hours because she's lonely . The guy in the next room is as big as a mountain and screams incoherently because most of his brain is gone. There's a morphine addict with a goddamn booming voice trying to convince the nurses to give him another shot for his pain all around the clock.

My routine is simple: take my pills and injections and ambush the snack lady when she comes around. Sometimes I have a medical appointment. Sometimes I go in an outing to a store. But mostly, I sit in my room all day long.

I want to go home so much. I miss my books. I miss walking my brother's silly dog. I miss cooking a meal. I miss so damn much.

My psychiatrist is starting to get under my skin. She wants me to forgive and forget the people who hurt me and neglected me while I was growing up. I just want anti-anxiety medication so I can talk on the phone and maybe drive a car some day. But our last session wasn't tea and dumplings. She tapped into my bottomless reservoir of anger and almost let my green rage monster run loose.

I have so much anger inside of me. And I'm like my mother in that I will cut you into pieces if you trigger me. Mona did that a long time ago when she reminded me of how lonely I am.

Some new Haggis art is incoming thank goodness. There an unfinished pic of Haggis wrestling a raptor in my gallery if anybody wants to tackle that. If anybody wants to do a Haggis picture, you may as long as it's not adult. Topless is fine, but nothing porny. I don't want Haggis to go the way of other Furry Fight Farm characters that have less class than a Tijuana bible. I apologized to Brian Burke for my previous bad behavior and I've given him permission to draw Haggis for anybody wanting to commission a picture from him. Put some money in his pocket, okay?

That's about it. You guys be careful out there. And be grateful you still have all your toes.

I made my psychiatrist cry today. What have you guys got?

They took my weight this morning and I've lost another 35 pounds since my last weigh-in two months ago. If Mona and I were still friends, we'd look like the number 10 walking down the street together.

She wasn't Latvian and she didn't die in 1984 https://www.therialtoreport.com/201.....roberta-pedon/

In light of recent events, I'm going to lighten up and allow other people to draw Haggis. But there's some conditions you're going to have to agree to:

1. No porn. Haggis is a wrestler, not a porn star. I don't mind bare tits, but that's about it.

2. No facesitting. Facesitting ain't wrestling.

3. Haggis wouldn't wrestle for the WWE or other big-time promotion. People think working for the WWE is like a trip to the Emerald City. It ain't. Haggis is an indy wrestler.

4. Show me a sketch of what you're going to do so I can have final approval.

5. Artists that are already approved: Oldandjinxed, Brian Burke, Hellbridge (who is showing a very nice modernist side lately), and Dutch (provided that he angles Haggis' ears correctly).

More later.

If you liked The Terror you will love this: https://www.ucl.ac.uk/ucl-press/bro.....pectral-arctic

If you have a friend or relative in a nursing home or hospital, please visit that person. I wish somebody would visit me.

If the pollinators go, we go: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/11/27/.....QeJ0FfILdh0W7Q

When you've been in a nursing home for a few months like me only then will you realize how wonderful a pudding cup really is.

My right foot is improving. But it will have to improve without the hyperbaric treatments that have improved my overall health. My HMO Medicaid became state Medicaid because the HMO didn't want to pay for the hyperbaric treatments. HMO also cost me a lot of perks. Fark them.

I graduated from occupational therapy today with a grade of awesome. Now I go into restorative therapy.

This Friday I see my retina specialist. Hopefully she can save my left eye.

Last week I sent Mona an email asking to see her one last time. But I think the last time I saw her is going to be that last time.

If I go blind, game's over for me.

It was a quiet day.
Breakfast was average. Lunch was turkey with most of the fixings. Dinner was a Philly cheese steak.
I did physical and occupational therapy.
LOLed at the news of the missionary getting fragged by Stone Age tribesmen.
No visitors. Brother Robert had to work. Mona declined my invitation I guess. But Brother Dublin did call and we had a nice chat.
Still lonely.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never a honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Thanksgiving is tomorrow of course, and I'm trying to count my blessings.

The patient next door to me has dementia and is refusing to eat. He moans and shrieks all day long. The nurses tell me that he doesn't have much longer to live. I suppose I'll be thankful when he passes.

I sent Mona an email asking her to visit me (and she can bring along as many people as she wants). It's a long shot, but the only visitor I've had since I was hospitalized in May has been my brother Robert, and he stays about ten minutes and he's gone. Robert used to come three or four times a week, but now I'm lucky if I see him twice a month. I'm just so dang lonely.

Maybe I should be thankful I have five toes left.

Used up my limit of hyperbaric oxygen treatments for the year. In six weeks or so after the new year, I can have 25 more and hopefully be able to walk soon after that.

Talking to my youngest brother again and he suggested a line of work I can do from home that'll help me secure my independence again.

Discovered Goblin Slayer. I'm totally becoming a Goblin Slayer fanboy.

One of my therapists is a big time D&D player and a foodie. He's one of the few people I can nerd out with here.

Some of my nurses are really, really cute.

I want a hug. Curse the #me too movement!

Well, made it to 61.

I just went through over 450,000 art submissions. God, you guys were busy while I was gone.

Sadly, none of the journal submissions mentioned 1 October. I wasn't there, but a friend of mine was and she went back to Arkansas to get away from crowds and lawyers.

When I get a proper PC we'll talk about it one day.