Body issuez

 I've been in pain for 12 hours now. Don't know what's going on, but I have to output wastes. Solid and liquid.

Got bad in the leg and I couldn't take it anymore. Parents are pushing hard, stressing, every second more problems while getting to the hospital. My dad is like signing paperwork and sticking around after we both know how much time I spend in hospital emergency rooms. I get to a bed, lots of needles, dilaudid trip, juice and tuna. Ok, so they say go back to unity and I think "Queen of Dark Horizons!" My night nurse! I want her back! Meanwhile, everything that happens stresses me out more and I think about going back to that house. Telling the nurse I've been too stressed the past 42 years. I want my 4mulator, drive and 8 string. The vapes might be nice too. Then I don't care where I go because I know it will be designed to get me dope addicted and on the street asap. Hypothetical death is only years away from there.

Having the blog edit on my phone was genius. Obviously divine inspiration straight from my home world, tussin space. Who could bring a computer to the hospital? On the scene reporting straight from the maw of the beast.

A cleaning crew member at brockport hospital just commented on my shirt. He was talking about seeing Ozzy with Maiden. I told him my 1st show was King Diamond and like playing shows more than viewing. That felt really good. I insisted on the right things.

And the hospitalfolk never stop either. I had to tell a doctor "it hurts enough now. You can stop.". The ambulance folk reminded me that hospital employees belong in law enforcement and cops belong in hospitals. The medical workers are far too criminally minded to be helping anyone. Always designing new ways to break obvious rules with mundane items. Yeah, that vape fluid will sure hurt me without the vape. Every process has to happen at the worst time like "you've had your pills 5 minutes ago. Of course they would already be working. I'm a doctor." When you know from 3 years experience those pills take an hour minimum. Have to scare the patient, communicate as little as possible... People show up, ask who I am and start barking orders. Maybe if they told me who they were, I would be more cooperative.

The images above are obviously different places. I snapped 1 in the room at brockport and the drawing goes with the other photo. Drawn from bed in emergency hall, overleaf note in book.