Missing NYC,
Everything I say is a lie. I'm a liar..... :tongue:
Oh there I go with the jokes and the smilies - always with the jokes is this one....
I am tired. I am not doing well physically. I'm in a lot of pain due to the herniated disks, I am constantly wondering when the next status epilepticus session is going to happen. We won't talk about the waking up screaming at night which has intensified and remained a living nightmare since Blue (Thanks Blue).
Wanna know why my ex is still my roommate a year after I discovered he was having sex with over a hundred of men? Because I'm terrified I will have another session of status epilepticus and end up dying before anyone finds me. So I don't push that hard to kick his happy arse out of my life.
I want him gone, I also want to beat his head in with a sledge hammer, I want to break his face, break his arm - scream at him - then kick his ass to the curb - but I hold my silence because there is that nagging fear I will have another S.E. and end up dying on my living room floor.
Looking at the adverts I note that they want a current, valid DMV (driver's license). Mine was revoked in October of last year because of status epilepticus and that ER visit. No doctor will sign off if I tell the truth about my absence seizures. The last time I lost my license I learned to lie through my teeth and drove while endangering everyone on the road and on the side of the road. Yeah sure an absence seizure only lasts a second, what could possibly happen in that short amount of time?
To my horror I am dependent on others to get around. The nearest bus stop is about two miles away.
My choices are limited and I fear that any more change may actually kill me. I have already had over a year of 'change'.
I hide a lot of my crap behind laughter and jokes. The truth is that my shit isn't all together, and since Spring of 2012 everything in my life has slowly gone to hell and I can't stop it from happening or figure a way out.