After a pretty dramatic spring, I've finally now made "full" recovery. The surgery went a lot better than anyone could have expected, and there were no need for intensive care. That was a big relief, to wake up and understand that I was able to breath without any machines. But because of my good luck (which I'm known for), the last evening I had some trouble breathing, when my oxygen saturation went as low as 90. With a little help, everything were OK the next day, and after only 4 days I was lucky to get home (with the memory of being in the same hospital for 2 months in 2014, and 2 weeks in 2015).
All good I thought, until... I got to my 1 week check-up. Where they found out that my esophagus was still fuxxed up. So, it took nearly 3 months to get the license to eat, which of one month even without drinking any water.
So now I've been a happy-little-eater for a month. And life is good you must think? Well life is a bitch still, when you least expect it to be, but I'm out of the hospital and still not six feet under, so I guess that should make me happy on some level, yes?
I see life as a race against time. The coffin is there waiting for us all, we just don't see that coming. When the Reaper comes, he won't be shouting "watch out" or sending you a note a week before the judgement day.
Although, this is a race against time, don't run. Slow down, look around, do what you wanna do, and be real. I hate fake people, or maybe hate is a too strong word, but they make my head explode. There's only one exceptional age to be fake, and that is when you're a child/teenager, and you don't know yet if you gonna be a bird or fish, a gangsta or a goth (or a goat?). I'm just trying to point out that childish age when you want desperetly to fit the masses. I believe that real things will happen to real people. Fake people will pass by, but they don't usually stay that long.
So life's still a bitch, but I'm trying to figure out this shit. But I'm saying I might be figuring this out for the rest of my life, so please be patient (or simply don't be). When everything you had turns out to nothing left (out of my point of view), every day is a nightmare with flashes of gold.
Reach out for everything you want, lose nothing during your path.
Error, please try again,
because the flashes of gold are the best.
All good I thought, until... I got to my 1 week check-up. Where they found out that my esophagus was still fuxxed up. So, it took nearly 3 months to get the license to eat, which of one month even without drinking any water.
So now I've been a happy-little-eater for a month. And life is good you must think? Well life is a bitch still, when you least expect it to be, but I'm out of the hospital and still not six feet under, so I guess that should make me happy on some level, yes?
I see life as a race against time. The coffin is there waiting for us all, we just don't see that coming. When the Reaper comes, he won't be shouting "watch out" or sending you a note a week before the judgement day.
Although, this is a race against time, don't run. Slow down, look around, do what you wanna do, and be real. I hate fake people, or maybe hate is a too strong word, but they make my head explode. There's only one exceptional age to be fake, and that is when you're a child/teenager, and you don't know yet if you gonna be a bird or fish, a gangsta or a goth (or a goat?). I'm just trying to point out that childish age when you want desperetly to fit the masses. I believe that real things will happen to real people. Fake people will pass by, but they don't usually stay that long.
So life's still a bitch, but I'm trying to figure out this shit. But I'm saying I might be figuring this out for the rest of my life, so please be patient (or simply don't be). When everything you had turns out to nothing left (out of my point of view), every day is a nightmare with flashes of gold.
Reach out for everything you want, lose nothing during your path.
Error, please try again,
because the flashes of gold are the best.
Well said my dear! ❤️
VastaaPoista