One of the things that occur to some people after heart surgery is feeling depressed. I’m happy to tell you all, I don’t feel depressed whatsoever. I’m ecstatic that I can walk a distance without wheezing (which I normally do). I’ll admit, sometimes it’s still quite hard to breathe as I feel a sharp pain
Tuesday 9-5-2017 22 more days until my birthday. First day leaving the hospital. My only feeeling is that I’ve been hit by a bus and it ran over me 10 times.. yet I’m still alive just to feel the pain. The pain is horrible. Every now and then when I get myself to go to
Still trying to figure out how to upload the intro video. Now don’t mind me, I’m medicated on so many levels and still feel like there’s not enough for this pain but I will proceed with an update. Aug 31. Went into surgery at 530AM for pre op waiting until 7am where man shows up
I will be going into surgery tomorrow at 7AM. Early start. Excited? Yes. Nervous? Fuck yes. Hopefully it all goes well and smoothly. Hopefully they can do the cut through my rib and not have to crack my sternum. I’m more worried about the recovery part since I have an anxiety issue from time to
Honestly, I haven’t spoken to any of whats left of my family in ages. They seem to be coming out of the wood work and making their rounds into stressing me the fck out. Asking me to go pick up shit I left there 6-7 years ago, when they know damn well I don’t want
There are people that are in far more worse situations than you are, so keep an open mind and lend a hand when the opportunity comes to you.
I guess I’ve only started to tell people about my condition recently because the surgery is finally happening. Over a year and a half ago, I discovered I have ASD. It means there’s a hole in my heart that prevents it from functioning properly. I apparently had this since I was very young but have
Just remember you are loved.
My heart is as fragile as a well preserved one. Even though it exists, it can easily be broken. Just because the knowledge of knowing my heart is only 23 years young, doesn’t mean that the inside of it hasn’t already been deteriorating as if it were an 80 year old smoking mans heart. My
Regrets you’ll never know and the regrets I hope to never make again. Give up on myself for the thought of being good for someone else. How the foolish me ever fell in love with someone like you. Eat more, sleep more, smile more. Say “Thankyou, Sorry, and I love you” every chance I get.