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Cake day: July 16th, 2023

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  • If it makes you feel any better, someone tried doing this to me while they were on a scooter.

    Unfortunately for them, but lucky for me, I can’t feel that side of my body… so I knee jerk threw out my arm, effectively close lining him.

    Due to my slight limp, it did not go well publicly for the guy on the scooter, as most the crowd were insisting I press charges for assault for him speeding down a busy sidewalk. Suffice to say, despite the bruises, I didn’t really feel it, so I didn’t press charges and said we all make mistakes just be more cautious.





  • Thanks, yeah it was bad but over the years it stopped haunting me. Did take a while to get adjusted to reality, since in the coma it was a constant game, making me think I was awake… but, limbless, attacked or dismembered, among other things.

    The days without eating weren’t too bad, it was really the removal of all the tubes like you mentioned, I was intubated and had a breathing device inserted that i apparently tried removing twice while coming out.

    I kinda tried killing a nurse a few times that I was sure was attempting to kill me lol, thankfully I was so weakened I moved like a tree sloth. The worst was always catheter removal, as they always left it inflated and needed me to be awake when they pulled it out. They did it six times… my genitalia has never forgiven me. It’s even worse when they put it in if you’re alert, it feels like someone is putting a straw in.


  • Technically dying several for minutes after a stroke due to an aneurysm, worst thing I ever felt. They considered me dead, yet somehow everything restarted and I woke up gasping incapable of speech. I was thrown in an ice bath and they induced a coma. And yes, you can hear the outside world and the worst experience I’ve ever suffered mentally. I was in there for what I assumed was decades of masochist torture for realizing I wasn’t awake, despite my minds initial insistence I was. I still question if the acceptance, would have meant my dying and the torture was the pain of trying to stay alive. I eventually woke up to discover it had only been 10 days, and I was capable of basic speech, but my muscles had decayed to the point simple movement was almost impossible. In under 2 weeks, I relearned English and how to walk again. Since therapy, nothing is even remotely scaring as what your own mind can do to you.