Apparently Lord Jesus Christ III has made the local news again.
...I got nothin'.
In other news, OMGLEAVES. It's getting all pretty again out there.
Two years ago today I very suddenly and painfully had to lose two or so inches of small intestine, somewhat radically altering the geography of the region between my belly button and my crotch. I am still caught between sheer terror at the experience and awe that I not only survived it, but by all reports bounced back unnaturally quickly (I was out of the hospital after a week and a half, and back to work two-ish weeks after that, mostly because it was boring and stressful recuperating in my then current living situation). This was, by the way, the second time in 2008 I landed in CDH's ER with something holy crap life-threatening - the April Fools Day previous I had a rather large, nasty blood clot in my lung and ended up taking rat poison for six months. (Truefax. Warfarin is the primary component of rat poison. It makes them hemorrhage.)
After all that shit and two years in, I did take a couple lessons away from the experience - namely that life is too fucking short and you're not guaranteed anything happening after its over, be it do-overs, afterlife, rewards/demerits, whatever. There's still room in my head to be cheerfully surprised if there is something after death, but in the meantime, making the most of the life I've got is something more of a priority. The second - don't do things half-assed. Love hard and not by halves, succeed wildly, fail spectacularly, napalm bridges that need to be destroyed, stay true to your own standards and codes, and swan dive full throttle into every experience.
Basically: Eat. Drink. Sing. Dance. Love. Fuck. Celebrate. Cause you may not get a tomorrow to do it all in.
Oooh ooh ooh! HAPPY BIRTHDAY
badrahessa!
...I got nothin'.
In other news, OMGLEAVES. It's getting all pretty again out there.
Two years ago today I very suddenly and painfully had to lose two or so inches of small intestine, somewhat radically altering the geography of the region between my belly button and my crotch. I am still caught between sheer terror at the experience and awe that I not only survived it, but by all reports bounced back unnaturally quickly (I was out of the hospital after a week and a half, and back to work two-ish weeks after that, mostly because it was boring and stressful recuperating in my then current living situation). This was, by the way, the second time in 2008 I landed in CDH's ER with something holy crap life-threatening - the April Fools Day previous I had a rather large, nasty blood clot in my lung and ended up taking rat poison for six months. (Truefax. Warfarin is the primary component of rat poison. It makes them hemorrhage.)
After all that shit and two years in, I did take a couple lessons away from the experience - namely that life is too fucking short and you're not guaranteed anything happening after its over, be it do-overs, afterlife, rewards/demerits, whatever. There's still room in my head to be cheerfully surprised if there is something after death, but in the meantime, making the most of the life I've got is something more of a priority. The second - don't do things half-assed. Love hard and not by halves, succeed wildly, fail spectacularly, napalm bridges that need to be destroyed, stay true to your own standards and codes, and swan dive full throttle into every experience.
Basically: Eat. Drink. Sing. Dance. Love. Fuck. Celebrate. Cause you may not get a tomorrow to do it all in.
Oooh ooh ooh! HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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Date: 2010-09-29 03:53 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-09-29 03:56 pm (UTC)From:BTW, how the fuck have you been? long time no hear. It's been long enough that I'm convinced you're a bass by now.
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Date: 2010-09-29 05:07 pm (UTC)From::-(
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Date: 2010-09-29 05:10 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-10-02 04:30 am (UTC)From:Also, it's uncanny how many health problems you and my bf have in common. No surgery for him so far, but he has been hospitalized with severe colitis a couple times, and also went through the blood-clot-in-the-lung drama. Which sucked, and scared us both half to death.