It's like I have another body now. It's doing things the old one never did. Making strange noises taking me strange places. Different hearing seeing dreaming. The tunnel is amazing. All around a tunnel of light with the world at the far end. I can see my digs my rooms the hall at the end of a tunnel of light.
Hypoglycemia.
That, and though it's 18f degrees I'm hot. Sense of taste gone as well. It's like everything is getting me ready for not having a body at all.
Mind you I intend to hang around. I still need to see Disney World.
Well that, and a serious snow storm before the heatwaves come back.
...Curry too.
Yeah... the meds do strange things to your dreams. I know.
ReplyDeleteHi I like to read this page. Nothing much to say but just keep it coming. Alfonso
ReplyDeleteYes Anon drugs are thrilling, and not always in a good way,...we'll see where this goes. Mean time I take explorers notes.
ReplyDeleteHello Alfonso.
That's cool. I recently met online some FB friends that say they've been reading me since 2006. Some listened when I was on radio. All welcome. Never sure who is here the hit widget really isn't good. One day 2 people the next near 800. Nuts.
I'll assume it's in the middle somewhere.
All welcome.
Okay, I'm posting while signed in now. It's the only way the server will let me, owing to Goober's "upgrades."
ReplyDeleteReal sorry you've had such a rough time Sidney. I wish I could say something to make it better somehow. Maybe it'll help if I mention how awful the season has been for me; at least you'll get some schadenfreude out of it, and anyway grisly stories usually make pretty good reading.
I've had a most dreadful autumn and winter. The local power company, which operates as though managed by the Gambino crime family, cut off the heat *and* hot water many months ago; so all season I froze my ass and eventually got a terrible flu, coming close to pneumonia. I went three times to the hospital, and am still not quite well after nearly six weeks.
All this time the walls of my house have been covered with black mold, which I'm too tired and sick to clean off.
Also, just before my flu I went to Poor People Dental Care to get a tooth extracted. It broke in the process and became an agonizing nightmare. Basically I was tortured for nearly an hour by two callow semi-competent graduate dental students whose indifference and unconcern were breathtaking. Naturally, the trauma and exhaustion from this awful experience set me up for my flu, which came a couple of days later.
You know, like you, I'm really not that fond of Christmas. It's always a relief when it's over.
Signed,
A certain fictional character in a novel by Hakim Bey
Dear Fictional Character,
ReplyDeleteYou get the fucking Gold in the Agony decapithon.
Holy fuck I thought I was in the shitter. Though the day I came home from the amputation...ain't that some shit...after getting chopped up. I gets a phone call. From family, and pals wishing me well.
Fuck No!
Co-Ed NYC electric sez "Hi loser we're cutting off your power in the morning, and we hope you die...click."
Had to pay big bucks in cash to stop them. Btw it's illegal to cut off elders...they know do it anyway, and say sue us. AW man I'm so sorry for the hell you're getting dragged through...fuck these guys.
At their trial after the Rebolushun!
"So according to your own records you cut off this citizen's power knowing it would kill him. Also you so-called medical students did with oblivious contempt give this same citizen deliberate pain, and humiliation. Again according to witnesses, and your own records."
"The Peoples Court of Ironic, and Entertaining Justice has no choice, but to sentence you to be circus geeks on the Coney Island Boardwalk where you will stay till you cheer up."
"There the outraged masses to sling shot fresh dog shit into your faces. Bon Appetit."
As for Christmas...even as a little kid I knew it was shit. I knew my folks were struggling I knew the sacrifice they made to give us anything.
It was from back then I wished Christmas never existed to give my folks a break. Birthdays' are another matter. We all deserve a little pay off sometimes.
As for the mold...there are agencies that can help. In the Blue States where social services still exist there are programs for getting rid of that from dwellings as a health issue. In Jesusland...well I dunno,...perhaps family or friends might help get rid of that...You Must get rid of that.
I'm so fucking hacked up I can only get the bathroom , and back. You read of my Target adventure. So I know the score on this...fuck this shit.
"Bring me their heads in a bucket!"
That goes back to my union organizing days at the radio station I wasted my life at. A Times reporter asked my view of our hostile...leftwing, and anti-union?! Management.
"...My view?!"
"...I want to see their fucking heads in a Bucket"
The Times didn't print that...but it must have got good laughs in the copy room.