Apr 2023
zeds descent into hell: (and loving it)
- So as not to polute the shitbox I will keep my crap here. sometimes it feel like its only my shit in the shoutbox, & I feel I have to post, just to keep it relevant. Otherwise its just gonna be no posts for 5 days and then no one feels like posting.
Im just drinking the 99cent liter wine (they raised the price, it used to be 95 cents and before that I remember 85 cents), soon it will be more than 1 euro for a litre of wine, FFS is there no god)
anyways enuf wine talk.
Anyways I feel good, I showed my daughter rain tonight, well it was fuck all rain. and she was scared, what is this stuff falling out of the sky ( for what its worth I think it only rained 1mm, but for here thats more than normal, normal is zero) , just wait until I show her snow.
I feel good cause the day after tomorrow is may, and thats the month I have to go to ukraine, and fuck am I looking forward to it so much.
I really cant convey why, and if anyone saiz its a way to die then they can fuck off totally cause they do not understand.
My philosophy is one only has one life, there is no afterlife, no matter what ever anyone tells you or what you read, thus this is it. So fucking make the most of it. Each day is special, each day is a gift.
Life itself is a fuckin gift, and as being one so lucky to be gifted this, it would be terrible to waste it.
One thing is certain is , I will die sometime in the future, thus live the best Life I can live.
Here I was thinking about my best days & for some fucking reason both days came back to dogs giving birth in my room the previous night. I think I can just compredhed a good start to the day. I dont even like dogs. Every moment is a gift. Think of that when you are lying on your deathbed in a hospital cunts.
truth be told I am scared. hell 3 kiwis have died there already, which I can believe, as we are nutcases in case you dont understand, why thats nuts its cause thats prolly 2000% higher than the number of people for the USA that have died per population, but I have no idea, look up the figures).
Im part yank myself, I think I'm 1/16 yank (since my grandfath from WW2 is from the US),
I will need to do a DNA test, we have to anyways, to see what my daughter is, She look like me, but her mother, I have no idea, I guess from eastern europe.
- So as not to polute the shitbox I will keep my crap here. sometimes it feel like its only my shit in the shoutbox, & I feel I have to post, just to keep it relevant. Otherwise its just gonna be no posts for 5 days and then no one feels like posting.
Im just drinking the 99cent liter wine (they raised the price, it used to be 95 cents and before that I remember 85 cents), soon it will be more than 1 euro for a litre of wine, FFS is there no god)
anyways enuf wine talk.
Anyways I feel good, I showed my daughter rain tonight, well it was fuck all rain. and she was scared, what is this stuff falling out of the sky ( for what its worth I think it only rained 1mm, but for here thats more than normal, normal is zero) , just wait until I show her snow.
I feel good cause the day after tomorrow is may, and thats the month I have to go to ukraine, and fuck am I looking forward to it so much.
I really cant convey why, and if anyone saiz its a way to die then they can fuck off totally cause they do not understand.
My philosophy is one only has one life, there is no afterlife, no matter what ever anyone tells you or what you read, thus this is it. So fucking make the most of it. Each day is special, each day is a gift.
Life itself is a fuckin gift, and as being one so lucky to be gifted this, it would be terrible to waste it.
One thing is certain is , I will die sometime in the future, thus live the best Life I can live.
Here I was thinking about my best days & for some fucking reason both days came back to dogs giving birth in my room the previous night. I think I can just compredhed a good start to the day. I dont even like dogs. Every moment is a gift. Think of that when you are lying on your deathbed in a hospital cunts.
truth be told I am scared. hell 3 kiwis have died there already, which I can believe, as we are nutcases in case you dont understand, why thats nuts its cause thats prolly 2000% higher than the number of people for the USA that have died per population, but I have no idea, look up the figures).
Im part yank myself, I think I'm 1/16 yank (since my grandfath from WW2 is from the US),
I will need to do a DNA test, we have to anyways, to see what my daughter is, She look like me, but her mother, I have no idea, I guess from eastern europe.
Speaking of life, and of valuing it, I took myself to the emergency room last night, at a local hospital. (I am fine, as it turn out, so, no one worry about me). But.. well, to back up a little, about a week and a half ago I messed up my back, and have mostly been keeping myelf horizontal ever since then. (It has been gradually healing itself, and I think I'll be fine soon). But, yesterday I became convinced that I had taken an overdose of acetaminophen... I was feeling very distracted yesterday afternoon for varius reasons, and I wasn't sure (afterwards) if I had my acetaminophen caplets once that afternoon, or accidentally twice, within an hour or so. I watched a few videos on Youtube, and it sounded like you could die from an aceta-- overdose, although you might not feel the symptoms right away. By the time you can feel the symptoms, apparently it might be too late already. So... I don't know if I'd say I panicked, exactly, but I was deifnitely trying to err on the side of caution, and I took the MBTA trolley and then the bus to our local hospital, in the pouring rain. They drew some blood for tests, and released me fairly quickly... probably two and a half hours after I arrived. They were very helpful and nice to me, I have to say. They took the time to walk me through everything they had to say, and made sure I understood what they were telling me.
Anyway, long story short, I am fine, but I will be a little leery of taking any acetam-- for a while now. Also, I was really scared, there. I thought I could be dead within a few days. YIKES. It sounds like a pretty painful death, too. You can get liver failure, and if you can't get a transplant in time, your goose is cooked. I was really freaked out.
Anyway, all is well, but at the moment I am feeling like life is better than death, just speaking in a very general way. If you can avoid throwing yours away, that's probably all for the best! My two cents.