Oh. My. Tits. She is adorable!
Yes... he was driving me insane about the weenie dog. The morons at the pound named her Icarus. Wtf kind of name for a female dog is that? Cliff named her Illana. Lana for short. Sadly, my old, fat cat likes to smack her around. It's kinda funny, because she will chase him, and we all know fat cats don't run. They waddle.
"I GOTTA SHIT!!!"
If your dad is a Marine that had a miscairage with his first wife, and then married your mom that wouldn't take care of her diabetes while she was pregnant with you... Just save yourself the hassle and fucking kill yourself, ok?
I was going to avoid more medical problems in the thread, but let's take it from the top of this year, and I'll recap the damage done before 2011:
Titanium rods in legs
high blood pressure
Found out I have arthritus. It's in my legs, where they did the surgery that allowed me to keep them.
Found out I have neuropothy. Feet. From the diabetes.
I'm losing my mind. I cannot for the life of me remember simple things, like what my sister's name is. Kinda scary. I thought I had a stroke. NOPE! Keep reading folks, it gets better.
Found out I have type 2 diabetes... Type 2 records whoop whoop!
Found out EVERYTHING IS GETTING WORSE FOR NO GOD DAMN REASON OTHER THAN I'M AN 86 YEAR OLD TRAPPED IN AN 19 YEAR OLD'S BODY.
12th: Found out I have Sleep Apnea... This is fun. If you don't have this, I highly recommend it. You don't breath at night so they put this mask on your face and blow air in your windpipe all night. (Which I still haven't gotten btw. Someone remind me to call the distributor.)
Results of the CPAP Sleep Study came in, and I have sevre Apnea. My PSI on the machine was over 40. Normal is 6-15 PSI. Doctors also told me that this is why I can't remember a lot of things.
No one has been able to explain to me why, as I eat right and I lose more and more weight, my conditions worsen. They should be doing just the opposite.
Aw, Cliffly. Nobody deserves to deal with a medical shitstorm like that, especially not a nice guy like you.
Sending good vibes your way, man. I can't do anything to help you, but uh... if I became a wizard tomorrow, the first thing I would do is magic up a cure for you. <3
So last year, I had a blockage cut out of my urethra, and they had to cut the head of my dick. Well the cut on my head didn't heal right, making me spray like a hose when I pissed.
So I was resolved to deal with it, and just sit down to piss. (I don't wanna hear it.)
Well, I start having the same symptoms I did when I had the blockage cut out, so I go late last month. The blockage was growing back.
The doctors tried to put an iv up my dick and then inject water and watch it under an x-ray. They couldn't make it past the area where my prostate is.
Enter Dr. Brandes. He is going, on the 26th, to put me to sleep and try the same thing. If he doesn't find a blockage, he's going to try to find out why I'm having similar problems.
However, if he does, he's going to poke a hole in the top of my bladder and do the same thing to both top and bottom to try determine how long the blockage is. If there is time, he may enter through my sac and cut out the length of blocked urethra,and replace it with cheek tissue. Even if there isn't time, he is going to reconstruct the head of my dick with more cheek tissue, so I can piss standing up.
Gross but true.
Wow man that's rough. I'm sorry you're having to deal with all that.
I agree with Kate, you're way too nice a kid to have to be dealing with all of that, along with all the other stuff I know you've been through, from reading some of your other posts. All I can say is that it speaks volumes about your character that you can endure so much and still be a nice guy. Hopefully, there is some really awesome shit in store for you once you get past all these hardships.
If you were my kids, I'd punish you.