For any followers of my now defunct Friday night series, I want to tell you that my problems are now somewhat resolved. They thought it was pancreatic cancer, but thank god it wasn't. Pancreatic cancer is at best a 25% shot. As it happens, I had a swollen liver, kidneys, appendix, and pancreas due to a cyst in my right kidney.
Having had that kidney removed, and seeing as the cyst was benign, looks like I'm out of the woods.
I just wanted to let all my good friends here know, that I'm sorry if my vagueness earlier made anyone worry, but I was shit scared myself. I didn't want to pass any of that on.
You guys and gals are seriously the most awesome group of anonymous people I could ever know.
Don't have much more to say, other than lovers of life, as I am, fight for our lives as much that of others.
Also, we don't bitch and moan unless we've not kicked death in its teeth.
I really really am looking for something, you know, sentimental to say, but I can't find it. I'll just say what I said after I found out everything was cool... FUCK YEAH!
I also wish I could be drinking to this, but unfortunately, even though the liver does most of the processing of alcohol and other drugs, my guy says that mixing alcohol and percocet isn't a good idea.
Thinking about that more, Sierra Mist is just as good when your as high as I am right now.
I will return to host FNBB, but I may not be able to imbibe more than a bottle in a night. I ask for you to give me some tippers to make that bottle count. This Friday, I'm craving a Boulevard Wheat.
Okay, I've rambled on too much in an opiod induced haze, but I hope some FNBBers see this, as well as all of my other good friends on this site.
A final aside: I think about the way I felt at first a lot, and the sense of calm I felt with that, having now gone away, is slightly missed. Is that fricking crazy. I feel like it is.