Ralts Bloodthorne
First Post
Some of you know me, most don't.
Those that know me, probably wish they didn't.
I'm arrogant, I'm a loudmouth, I come across as abrasive, opinionated and rude. I'm often misunderstood, and don't really care. I expect people to be just as literate as I am, and just as educated. I can't stand ignorance, and will rub someone's face in it if they demonstrate pride in ignorance. I have a penchant for doing stupid/risky things just to see how they will turn out. I've done a lot of stuff, most of which, people don't believe, and honestly, I don't care if they believe or not. I poke fun at myself, and often allow others to poke fun at me because, while I'm arrogant, I can see the humor in my life. I have a livejournal, but don't feel the need to advertise it, and often just delete things after reading them a week later.
Most of all, people who know me, know that I'm not a whiner.
Well, I'm probably going to come off like a whiner.
A few months ago, I virtually disappeared.
The majority of it, is nobody else's business but those involved in it, and isn't the subject of this post.
Well, here's the low-down on those who care, or even bother to read this post...
I had been under a lot of stress. Been critically injured, subjected to over 15 surgeries in 3 1/2 years, and went from being a blue-collar worker, happy in an oyster packing plant, to being a househusband. The only reason I mention this, is so that some stress, you can understand.
So, in July, I had a siezure. They are VERY rare, but do happen to me. Only when I'm extremely tired do they happen. Usually petite-mals.
This was a grand mal. My heart and breathing stopped, but I kept convulsing. My ex-wife had to hold me down, while my wife gave me CPR, once the siezures stopped, my wife gave me chest pumps, my ex-wife breathed for me. 911 was called, and to the hospital I went.
Elevated white count. Waaaaay elevated. Massive infection somewhere. Damage to my lungs from something (I'm missing a chunk of my right one) that was recent, since my last surgery.
Uh-oh.
An appointment was made for me to see the doctor, but because I'm young, and I was in good shape, it couldn't be my heart.
Anti-biotics, painkillers and told to quit smoking (Which I had. Isn't that weird? I quit smoking, and my lungs suddenly die). Oh, and get some excersize, that might help. (I ran 2-15 miles a day every day before this)
Three days later, I had a second siezure, out of the blue. Heart stopped and respiration stopped again. Ambulance time again. This time, the doctor that saw me knew me.
Blood tests, X-Rays, CAT scan (No MRI, I have steel debris in my body) Ultrasound.
Bad news. Viral infection in the heart and lungs, no fever, unproductive cough, damaged heart valves. The siezures were attributed to the high white count.
Six months.
So, I got off the internet, and started living as much as possible, and my brother and wife turned over control of The Brood to members of it.
After a month, I beat the virus, but the damage was done.
So, I've been gone, and even with the action going on, I still don't post too frequently any more.
That's where I've been (In case anyone wondered) lately.
Now, for the preachy part...
I had a good run, and last week, when I almost went out, I realized that I had a good run, and dying with my family was not a bad way to go.
Have you had a good run? Could you say that? Please tell me that you can.
If not, go do something. Experience life. Sure, it may kill you, but guess what, so can something out of the blue. SOmething you don't expect.
Why are still reading this? Isn't there someone of the opposite sex or same sex you can kiss? Isn't there a somewhere you can see that you haven't before?
Turn off the TV.
Shut down the computer.
Go outside. It's the place with the bright shiney thing in the air, kind of like a lightbulb, only brighter. The resolutions higher than this screen, too.
Still reading?
Go find a stray animal and adopt it.
You can make a difference. Maybe not a huge one, but you can, and every little bit counts.
Why are you still reading?
Go do something.
Those that know me, probably wish they didn't.
I'm arrogant, I'm a loudmouth, I come across as abrasive, opinionated and rude. I'm often misunderstood, and don't really care. I expect people to be just as literate as I am, and just as educated. I can't stand ignorance, and will rub someone's face in it if they demonstrate pride in ignorance. I have a penchant for doing stupid/risky things just to see how they will turn out. I've done a lot of stuff, most of which, people don't believe, and honestly, I don't care if they believe or not. I poke fun at myself, and often allow others to poke fun at me because, while I'm arrogant, I can see the humor in my life. I have a livejournal, but don't feel the need to advertise it, and often just delete things after reading them a week later.
Most of all, people who know me, know that I'm not a whiner.
Well, I'm probably going to come off like a whiner.
A few months ago, I virtually disappeared.
The majority of it, is nobody else's business but those involved in it, and isn't the subject of this post.
Well, here's the low-down on those who care, or even bother to read this post...
I had been under a lot of stress. Been critically injured, subjected to over 15 surgeries in 3 1/2 years, and went from being a blue-collar worker, happy in an oyster packing plant, to being a househusband. The only reason I mention this, is so that some stress, you can understand.
So, in July, I had a siezure. They are VERY rare, but do happen to me. Only when I'm extremely tired do they happen. Usually petite-mals.
This was a grand mal. My heart and breathing stopped, but I kept convulsing. My ex-wife had to hold me down, while my wife gave me CPR, once the siezures stopped, my wife gave me chest pumps, my ex-wife breathed for me. 911 was called, and to the hospital I went.
Elevated white count. Waaaaay elevated. Massive infection somewhere. Damage to my lungs from something (I'm missing a chunk of my right one) that was recent, since my last surgery.
Uh-oh.
An appointment was made for me to see the doctor, but because I'm young, and I was in good shape, it couldn't be my heart.
Anti-biotics, painkillers and told to quit smoking (Which I had. Isn't that weird? I quit smoking, and my lungs suddenly die). Oh, and get some excersize, that might help. (I ran 2-15 miles a day every day before this)
Three days later, I had a second siezure, out of the blue. Heart stopped and respiration stopped again. Ambulance time again. This time, the doctor that saw me knew me.
Blood tests, X-Rays, CAT scan (No MRI, I have steel debris in my body) Ultrasound.
Bad news. Viral infection in the heart and lungs, no fever, unproductive cough, damaged heart valves. The siezures were attributed to the high white count.
Six months.
So, I got off the internet, and started living as much as possible, and my brother and wife turned over control of The Brood to members of it.
After a month, I beat the virus, but the damage was done.
So, I've been gone, and even with the action going on, I still don't post too frequently any more.
That's where I've been (In case anyone wondered) lately.
Now, for the preachy part...
I had a good run, and last week, when I almost went out, I realized that I had a good run, and dying with my family was not a bad way to go.
Have you had a good run? Could you say that? Please tell me that you can.
If not, go do something. Experience life. Sure, it may kill you, but guess what, so can something out of the blue. SOmething you don't expect.
Why are still reading this? Isn't there someone of the opposite sex or same sex you can kiss? Isn't there a somewhere you can see that you haven't before?
Turn off the TV.
Shut down the computer.
Go outside. It's the place with the bright shiney thing in the air, kind of like a lightbulb, only brighter. The resolutions higher than this screen, too.
Still reading?
Go find a stray animal and adopt it.
You can make a difference. Maybe not a huge one, but you can, and every little bit counts.
Why are you still reading?
Go do something.
