I hate asking for help never mind asking my parents for help because they are such different people that their reactions even if they agree can be so wildly on different ends of the “scale”.
Last night I sucked it up and asked for help so pray today is successful even mildy?
The irony that right now my two biggest issues (well bar like my health) are that I #1 have never felt more alone and unsafe in my life whilst #2 never feeling more over wheeled and overstimulated before.
I am sick of complaining about Wicked but knowing when I search for songs that the movie versions will not only come first but also could be the only version people are hearing.
Stephen Schwartz made magic it shouldn’t have been changed - I’ll die on that hill.
Like I know I’m going to hate Wicked because although Cynthia has one of my all time favorite voices - once I heard the girls got permission to alter the score I was out - but I’m still jealous of all the people watching it because obviously I can’t see it in hospital 😂😂👼🏼🤠🫡
Also I know I should have really been tweeting all the hilarious to severely traumatizing thjngs that have been happening over the past three weeks that I’ve been in hospital but I’ve just been spending so much time feeling like existing is taking too much energy.
This text to @nutriculum essentially sums up our relationship in one take; including my typo of “now” instead did “not” because when your anxiety is texting she doesn’t give a fuck about double checking for a mistake 🤠🫡
@punkasauruslex Yeah my reaction exactly. Apparently whenever you have any broken skin / bleeding they photograph the area with as I said like a bit DSLR and then they compare the images as you are there / time goes on
Again I wish I was joking
After maybe the worst night in ICU thus far last night I get woken up at 6an by a guy who looks 14 claiming to be head of photography who was instructed to come photograph the skin on my ass.
Like you’ve no idea how much I wish I was joking and or being dramatic.
I’m only 16 days (9 in ICU, 3 innCCU, 4 in the Emergency Department) and I genuinely feel like I could write a book about my experiences of my first every hospital day. Like the shit I see and hear in a day and that’s when I’m strapped to a bed so good help me if I was mobile
This whole show is one of my TV Roman Empires. After finding Bridgerton to just be a bit of a piss take? this just - broke me apart into a thousand pieces and re-shaped so much of who I was into something new and just fuck. Honestly Fuck is all I have to say.
like don't get me wrong I know where I am and what I'm experiencing because every ounce of fear and pain has lodged itself just a brief layer under my skin but like being faced with SEEING it - just threw me for a hot second.
on Zoom to my Mom & Aunt and I looked over at my screen and saw myself as what I look like on day 9 of being in ICU with a consistent threat of sudden cardiac death which includes what feels like 1000 wires, needles and different things connected to my skin and I'm just sobbing.
I understand parents want to say “yes” to their children but it actually scares me looking at how children, especially girls are dressing.
Girls of 11 or 12 are wearing dresses that honestly was too sexualized for me at 17 or 18.
Fuck me there is nothing stronger than the confidence of an unattractive, useless, short, white heterosexual male.
Like the less they have to offer the world the higher their confidence seems to be.
I’ve got no voice (or at least very little a voice, I can get out a word or two) but anyway my dog has this love of just barking and crying right outside my bedroom door and I’ve had a consistent headache since I’ve been sick so not being able to shout at him is killing me