I would first like to say that I’m approaching this subject in reply to a discussion regarding an operation that I had last year, involving narcosis. For as long as I remember, I’ve feared death. I had perceived the biological clock as a daunting magnet dragging me ever closer to the unpleasant event. However, flipping… Continue reading Fearing death?
Tag: wheelchair
Being in a wheelchair, you can see the darkness waiting for you. Kill my pain now!
As I sit here in chair, I act like I don’t care that I’m stuck here, I hate life and myself, I can’t imagine staying here, Why do they want me to stay here, Nobody knows or understands my pain, I hide it inside of myself while watching the ball game, Why won’t it end,… Continue reading Being in a wheelchair, you can see the darkness waiting for you. Kill my pain now!
Finding comfort…..on his deathbed.
“WENDYYY! WENDYYY! WENDYYY! WENDYYY!” “What the Fuck?”, I asked. Wendy looked at me with a humerous grin on her face and says,”Imagine hearing that shit at night when you’re trying to sleep!” “What’s wrong with him?”, I asked her. “Is it scaring you?”
Shattered World
It was almost Christmas. The 21st of December. Not even 6 months ago her father had gotten sick. One day in the middle of summer he complained about his stomach. Cancer. Even at 8 years old she knew that cancer was bad; It just sounded like something terrible. He tried radiation but it only weakened… Continue reading Shattered World