Brad.
Was a particularly nasty boy, and he tortured me endlessly back in High School. It was called "bullying," but it ran into the psychopathic. I was a loser in my early 20s, and I took great delight when a girl I had dated, who was a neighbor of his, and was tortured more than I ever could be by this boy, announced to me at a local watering hole, that he had died in the shower, slipping and hitting his head, and ultimately drowning. I took far too much delight in the tale, and while I later came to regret that, I still couldn't be sorry that he died.
Because he was the kind of guy who could turn out to be the next Hitler, and there wasn't a single time that in the shower that I didn't think of this absurd cautionary tale.
I've been falling lately, due to my rare brain disorder, and this morning I was in the shower, and then I was on the floor, with the shower knob broken off in my hand; hot water squirting from the hole I had created, and the shower curtain wrapped around me in a fashion that was quite impossible, and I understood that when I fell, I turned the water to what in cartoons could only be called "too hot," and I needed to take immedate action, or I was going to endure at least second degree burns all over the regions of my body where such burns just couldn't be any more unfortunate.
It scared me so badly.
I was beginning my housing search. I had a disastrous relationship with my sister, having called her a racist recently, and I am engaged to a woman, who I frankly don't deserve, who wants to take care of me, and she's 10 years my junior and still as beautiful as the date day I met her, and I don't know she wants to take care of me, or even said "yes" to my proposal, but things changed this morning with my shower fall.
I realized I need to live in an assited living facility, and Leah is not going to able to take care of me at all, and I texted the sorry details to my sister, who is good at planning such things, and we buried the hatchet right there, and I am entrusting her with my entire life, giving Power of Attorney and she will treat me right too, and I'm so sad that it had to come to this.
People, I'm not going to be saved by a miracle. This is it. I'm on my way out and it's going to happen sooner, rather than later, I'm going to die soon.
The only positive thing I can think of is "hey at least I got a lot more lifw than that punk, Brad."
That's as much of a positive spin as I can put on it, but there's another thing that's kinda great and it's this:
All the time I was worried about my brain going under. My mum died from complications of Dementia, and I didn't relish that fate at all. But that's not the Doctors see in my tests. I am going to get steadily worse, symptom-wise, but it's a physical thing not a mental one.
I get to be as brilliant as I ever was until right up until the day I die.
And my sex life is as good as it ever was.
Was a particularly nasty boy, and he tortured me endlessly back in High School. It was called "bullying," but it ran into the psychopathic. I was a loser in my early 20s, and I took great delight when a girl I had dated, who was a neighbor of his, and was tortured more than I ever could be by this boy, announced to me at a local watering hole, that he had died in the shower, slipping and hitting his head, and ultimately drowning. I took far too much delight in the tale, and while I later came to regret that, I still couldn't be sorry that he died.
Because he was the kind of guy who could turn out to be the next Hitler, and there wasn't a single time that in the shower that I didn't think of this absurd cautionary tale.
I've been falling lately, due to my rare brain disorder, and this morning I was in the shower, and then I was on the floor, with the shower knob broken off in my hand; hot water squirting from the hole I had created, and the shower curtain wrapped around me in a fashion that was quite impossible, and I understood that when I fell, I turned the water to what in cartoons could only be called "too hot," and I needed to take immedate action, or I was going to endure at least second degree burns all over the regions of my body where such burns just couldn't be any more unfortunate.
It scared me so badly.
I was beginning my housing search. I had a disastrous relationship with my sister, having called her a racist recently, and I am engaged to a woman, who I frankly don't deserve, who wants to take care of me, and she's 10 years my junior and still as beautiful as the date day I met her, and I don't know she wants to take care of me, or even said "yes" to my proposal, but things changed this morning with my shower fall.
I realized I need to live in an assited living facility, and Leah is not going to able to take care of me at all, and I texted the sorry details to my sister, who is good at planning such things, and we buried the hatchet right there, and I am entrusting her with my entire life, giving Power of Attorney and she will treat me right too, and I'm so sad that it had to come to this.
People, I'm not going to be saved by a miracle. This is it. I'm on my way out and it's going to happen sooner, rather than later, I'm going to die soon.
The only positive thing I can think of is "hey at least I got a lot more lifw than that punk, Brad."
That's as much of a positive spin as I can put on it, but there's another thing that's kinda great and it's this:
All the time I was worried about my brain going under. My mum died from complications of Dementia, and I didn't relish that fate at all. But that's not the Doctors see in my tests. I am going to get steadily worse, symptom-wise, but it's a physical thing not a mental one.
I get to be as brilliant as I ever was until right up until the day I die.
And my sex life is as good as it ever was.
) falling in my shower when visiting me in North Carolina. He died from MSA(Multiple Symptom Atrophy).
