last august, i suffered a life threatening injury.
i had a "brain bleed" and cardiac arrest. my heart was stopped on one side, barely working on the other.
apparently i had methamphetamine in my system, which is something, simply put, that i would ever even try.
my dad found me on the ground of the bathroom, almost dead.
i spent months in the ICU, being kept alive by machines. (thanks, science.)
i remember none of the Intensive Care Unit or how any of this shit happened to me, but somewhere in the mix, i had ought a bicycle, and filmed a bunch of videos.
while there, i apparently thought I was inside of a pizza place we have here called pizza schmizza, and I would get irritated when I didn't get my food.
It was a hard time for my family.
There was one person who was in charge of wiping the sweat from doctors faces, who i aptly referred to as "the wipist"
I was eventually transferred to another hospital, where i stayed for months, and eventually came back to reality.
I wish i could recall my first memory of being conscious again, but I gradually came back to life in the second hospital, where I made friends, and eventually became comfortable enough to walk around in the halls.
Shortly after, I was discharged by the hospital to another facility ; a nursing home full of elderly and demented people.
There was one patient there who screamed for the entire day, non stop."HONEY, JOY, HONEY, JOY, OH JOYYYY"
The food there was awful, even the bread sticks, but i was eventually given the privilege to leave 3 times a day, and do whatever i pleased in a pretty cool part of town.
I would often go to good restaurants, or get a mini bottle of booze to pass the time.
at the time, i was smoking weed, which, while not advised by my doctor, made the whole situation much more bearable.
I soon made the mistake of smoking a blunt too close to the nursing home, and walking right past the director of nurses.
this resulted in me being drug tested periodically, and being unable to smoke anymore.
i passed the time there on my bed, shirtless, on my laptop, doing whatever i could to stay sane.
somewhere during this time i developed the worst insomnia imaginable, being awake for multiple days in a row, completely unable to sleep. I think my record is 5 days awake.
with life at it's bleakest ever, i was eventually discharged to yet another group home, with much less people(only 5 patients).
this new place is in a much more boring part of town, with nothing close by. it takes about 45 min to walk and get food, or do anything.
On top of this, I am now drug tested every week at a medical place, making weed an impossibility.
I currently rely on cheap alcohol and cigarettes as my only alternative, and I'm still completely unable to sleep.
This is, without question, still the lowest time in my life.
my next door neighbor in the house, much like my last roommate, is an old man who snores extremely loud every night, leaving sleep out of the question.
So here I am every day, in a place where I don't at all belong, unable to sleep or do anything I want.
The bright side is that I didn't die from this injury, and I can continue living this "life" if what I'm doing can be considered that.
another bright side is after omegling all day, i eventually picked up an online girlfriend, who lives all the way across the country.
talking to her every day is keeping me alive, along with getting free dinner every Tuesday at a restaurant of my choosing(thanks, dad).
Overall, this experience has been a pile of pure anthrax and I'm waiting for things to go back to normal. without the internet I would be in much worse shape.
I'm not sure what I would get out of sharing this, but maybe you could share:
what was the worst time of your life? I'm sure 12oz has seen some shit.
Feel free to share or vent. Or close this thread if it's just not kool/hip enough.
I am also open to any question.