These entries discuss heart surgery, recovery and other related comments.
I am sure many of you saw in the news the great and fabulous and lovely message that vaccinated people do not have to wear masks. I am sure it gave many of you hope, I mean yes, it is a hopeful message, but for someone like me, it felt like a giant nail in…
I swear–the worry and the shit I am doing to myself freaking out about this vaccine process is probably sending me to an early grave with each moment I sit focused on getting it. I know, I’ve mentioned I know I am lucky to live this long and I know I won’t be here forever…
This is probably going to hurt your feelings to realize, but in America, at least, it is the only thing that seems to be able to define a person. The haves, the have-nots. The do you have enough money to live, the do you need to go into debt to do it, the do you…
I know, I know, who would want to be dead of something that has a 99.9% survival rate? Well, let’s think about that a minute. Is surviving enough if you are left with a good possibility of early onset Alzheimers, or strokes? Is surviving enough to be neurologically impaired or lose your full kidney function…
One thing about not smoking weed is your dreams come back with a vengeance. I am not totally prepared for them, as I am pretty sure when you are dreaming in sequential order from youth to current, it might be a sign of things to come. Right now I am in my mid-twenties dreaming, I’ve…
I did the class on blogs and learned I should entitle these entries such innocuous and flowery shit, but I still have a tendency towards poetry, though a lot of it has been washed out of my mind with those big surgeries I had in 2006. I forgot to mention one of my exes from…
I tried to call this morning to check on that little thing sitting in my uterus. Lo and behold there are no options for women who have no health insurance to get lesions in their uterus removed. The clinic I called was nice enough–they would be charging me $300 for my first appointment to discuss…
It appears the leg I had, the right leg I had is now 1/3 as fantastic as it was, having two vessels cut off to the lower leg which will mean I am left semi-functional and yes, fucking gimpy to some extent if the leg doesn’t fail entirely at all.I have to say I have…
Oh and I have those for sure. It appears I somehow manifested a clot down there, it shot down not up, guys–and it is cutting the blood off to the leg and since I also do not want to lose the leg, as was suggested, time to get that sucker blasted. Tomorrow it is.Lame, you…
I think I have used that title more than a few times in my life, always surprised as anyone I make it through certain things. Right now I am focused on my focus and brain to make it all better since certain factors physically I am inept to control. The leg hurts, sure, but since…
