It sure as hell wasn't the worst one I've had I can tell you that. See, this New Years Eve marks precisely six years since I died. Yeah, I talk about it a lot. Too much in fact, but you fuckers keep reading it so it must be interesting on some level.
Anyhow, a lot of you have been asking to see pictures of my hernia and/or surgical scars. Well someone finally sent me pictures when I asked them to. I decided not to post the picture directly as not everyone will want to see this. It's pretty damn gross, even to me.
If you really want to see it, click HERE.
Anyhow, New Years was good. I mean, any one that doesn't end with me in a coma is a good one right? I have spent a little too much time in doctors offices and emergency rooms lately though due to miscelaneous little problems that won't be problems anymore when I get my check and get my surgery.
My last post was a little less polished than usual since my sleep machine up and died the morning of the 23rd and without it I can't get any REM sleep. My doctor's office, with thier usual lightning speed, has still not sent in the paperwork to get me a new one, but fortunately the good people at the sleep clinicHooked me up with a loaner on the 29th that I can keep till they work things out.
Damn good thing too, cause I was starting to hallucinate. Nothing major. Just sleep-deprivation bats. You know, when things flit by in your perripheral vision? They were near constant and I'm sure they were only going to get worse. But everything is great now. I'm medicated out the ass and I hope to get the new comic finished real soon. I also hope to have a real post soon, but till then, here's a little look into my life, a picture of my living room.
I know what you're saying, "He bitches about being broke, but I see some expensive looking shit in there". Well I bought most of that shit real cheap on eBay before I got sick and I'd get next to nothing for it trying to re-sell it. I know, I've tried.
Labels: Medical Horseshit