Hello, folks.
I am currently writing this post from an emergency room.
I may as well bare it all… so this past weekend, I’ve having some issues breathing and it got to a point where I had no choice but to get myself admitted to a hospital. Turns out that I have some clots in my lungs and those need to be cleared out. Also, at the same time, I’m also getting my Crohn’s checked out.
I’m not going to lie… I’m scared shitless here… and despite assurances that all is going to be alright and there will be treatment to take care of this stuff, I can’t help but feel a bit helpless in this situation. I’ve never dealt with these situations all that well, either when a family member is suffering or whether I’m the one in this situation. I’ve never had an extended hospital stay. The situation didn’t just scare me, it angered me. I feel trapped. I’m not going to have a pleasant time here.
None of this is because of the staff. They’ve been helpful, some of them even speak English (thank fuck for small favors), and I’ve got a few things to keep me relatively sane. I can only hate myself for being in this position.
Obviously, who knows what this means for future material. I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. I’m hoping it’ll be sooner than later… but then that would be a fool’s hope.
I don’t know. WIsh me luck. Spare me a prayer.
Or maybe send me cyanide. That might help.
Will get in touch soon.
All the best,
Dave
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