Well, I'm alive.

Valium is a hell of a drug. Just ask Kamala Harris!

Surgery went okay. My dad and I had some fun there with the nurses. We drew some kilroys around for shits and giggles and as we were desperate to get out we set up a dummy version of me on the bed to trip them up. Gotta get your laughs somehow, especially when it comes to nurses who are overworked and underpaid.

So, yeah, I’m gonna make it. Had an ACDF procedure done or whatever it’s called, where they suck your disc out and shove a donor bone in there with a titanium plate. We joked about how I might get the bone of a pianist or spanish dude, so maybe in a week from now I’ll be singing spanish folk songs and playing perfect piano pieces. It’d be nice to play a perfect spanish flea, right? That’s how it works, right?

I tell ya what, the worst part of the pain actually was the compression sleeves they put on my calves because they had too many people with blood clots coming in, probably due to the vaxx or whatever. My calves are on fire and it feels like I just hiked 10 miles to and from school uphill both ways like what the boomers tell tale of.

Anyways, I’m hopped up on valium at the moment. Probably explains why I’m goofed up. Might not have needed to take it, but seeing how I just wanna zonk out and I have a bottle they forced me to fill, I figure why not?! Drugs and me don’t usually mix, seeing how I’m already 30% in the dream world 24-7 anyways.

They still don’t know how it got that bad, especially since it was just a single disc. They were convinced it must be due to a car accident, but I ain’t never been smacked in a car in my whole life. Darn near closest thing was when I smack my own mailbox with all my windows ice dup and the road slick and it didn’t even scratch the paint, just a minor dent.

Did I mention I’m on valium right now? NO WONDER Harris couldn’t get through an interview without cackling like a retard blowing fart bubbles in the bath tub. I’m cacklin’ too, sans the fart bubbles ‘cause they don’t want me to bathe for another day in case of me falling. Summarily, I’m a stinky boi for the moment, but I guess I can use a washcloth, right?

Stinky boi aside, I’m gonna try to stream tomorrow night, since why not? Probably won’t take the hit of valium until after though. Gotta make sure not to show my ass on stream and dox myself, so some lucidity is required, aye?

Might also finish my poop comms article. I promised it a while ago, but I ran out of poop and doodoo puns. Being on pain killers might get me over that writer’s hump.

Hey, anyone know how long valium lasts? I usually don’t like this kinda stuff in me too long, because the narcolepsy hallucinations aren’t the funnest time when they kick in. Sucks not remembering what’s real or not, but seeing how I can fly in ALL my dreams, I’ve gotten used to sussing out what is and isn’t real based on fi I can take off like a hot air balloon.

Dumb part is most my dreams involve trying to convince the dream people that flying isn’t normal, but most just roll their eyes like they want me to get back on script with the pre-determined dream I was supposed to be having. Maybe it’s an analogue to me desperately trying to convince people that Comms is real and what not?

Oh, one last thing! Thanks for the prayers and well wishes. It really gave me some confidence and I was only nervous for a little bit while they hoisted me up on the operation table.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to sit up straight. Probably 20 years now. I can’t remember the last time I sat straight up and could look ahead at eye level without feeling unease. Things sure feel different, albeit a bit stiff at the moment.

Did I mention I’m a stinky boi?

I got a shower chair, maybe I could use that?

God bless!

I’m on the mend now. I’ll be back to a normal schedule next Monday, if my stream plan falls through.

I’m not correcting any typos.

Night night!