Friday, August 15, 2014
I broke my fucking neck.
C1 AND C2 vertibrae which break and kill you right now if you get hung right.
I got a collar on for 3 months and I should heal right the fuck up.
So, don't worry, I got 3 months in this collar and I can't work on the house.
At all.
I have to get this computer set up so I can use it without too much discomfort.
I am, after all, a delicate little man.
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There is well hung and there is not so well hung. For a while there, every second corner I turned spectres of the wounded would appear and appeal to me to go do myself in. They had a habit of spitting in my direction. Racked with animosity.
ReplyDeleteEven now I'm uncertain the entire thing can be written off as psychosis.
So. I'm hoping this incident was accidental. The main thing is you are - if not wholly well - on the road to mending. And have the time and inclination to get the computer up and running.
Your way of stringing words together ought not to be squandered by bottling them up in the head alone. Speaking of delicate, most days I walk around as if I'm shitting broken glass. The best of days, I try not to get about at all.