last night I went to a bar for St Patty's Day and met a young guy in a wheelchair with no legs. he told me he lost them when he was he was in the army and went to Iraq and told me the exact month, day, year (2006) that it happened. he held my hand and kept apologizing for being short and it made me feel sad.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Monday, March 9, 2015
flagyl
I am overjoyed to be off of Flagyl, the worst antibiotic. It has to be taken three times a day, makes you horribly gaggingly nauseous, is bitter as all hell going down, afterwards makes your mouth taste permanently metallic like you've been sucking on a chain, and combined with alcohol creates a toxic effect that makes you so sick that it has been likened to the disulfirum used to turn alcoholics away from the drink. Good riddance, Flagyl.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
yo-yo
i haven't eaten food in two days. i've been living off of juice and soda. i fell asleep on the couch this afternoon because i couldn't maintain consciousness and i had a dream that i had a blue yo-yo that was alive and i would hold the string and it would take me places.
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