If it were possible for me to be anymore frustrated and repulsed by my current physical situation, that would truly be amazing. I sound like an old man talkin' about "What was and what should have been". I have been shot, cut, kicked, beaten with sticks, bats, a CAR, and healed just fine, infact, except for my thumb, and my nose nothing was broken real bad. Now, on the flip side, I could tear some shit UP!!!! First day, Senior Year, some little skuz gets in my face tellin me that I am his new "dog". Maybe someone aught've taught that little freak shit fuck a lesson in hierarchy. I was not king of the class, but our little tribe did quite well. Now flash forward 11-12 years. In the last several weeks, I have been burned, cut several times, and I think I broke my foot. All of my previous woundings amounted to alotta JACK SHIT. Now, I have been dealt the true to god dead mans hand. Now every injury heals so slow it's painful. One perfect meal (i.e., rare T-bone steak, real homemade au gratin potatoes, buttered corn on the cob, dinner rolls, pie, cake, and Ice cream.) will kill me slowly and painfully. I'd love to take up weight lifting again, but it's too stressfull on my joints. So, I spend about 1-2 hours just checking the house for little quick fixes, fix 'em, make tweeks to the kid's bikes, just stupid shit in general.
Goddamn this fuckin disease. Someone needs to figure some shit out RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! The suicide rate for this rancid placenta of a disease is already way too fucking high!
