Life For Sale.

Man, you probably don't know how good you have it right now...

In a way, I'm so thankful... yet I don't know what to do with the leftovers.

No pun intended, but having a dozen staples put into your head and a neck/head CTscan isn't any fun when coupled with slight amnesia, a handful of contusions (including a cerebral contusion), being stabbed with needles in a delirious state, having people pour glue on your fourhead and three bouts of unconsciousness.

But... they put my head back together. So I'm good, for now.

Thanks for listening.. I just... need to get rid of my twitch.. and it seems like the cure for that is making is less of a big deal of it by talking about worse situations or better things.

So.. whatever.

So, I guess it's that kind of mornin'... really was that kind of night. Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' and if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.

 

woah, what the hell happened?

 

I went through a windshield after the seatbelt restraint (ten year old Toyota) failed...



I haven't even took the frickin... bracelet thing off of my arm. Man, I felt like I just had a dump truck park on my face.

 

Oh man.. the shittiest things seem to always happen to you..

Glad you're ok and still with us George!!

 

this is bizarre because i was talking to you on msn

and then you're going through a windshield

jesus

 

holy fucking shitzer mang!

Hope your melon heals up good bro

 

Yeah, you're the last person I spoke to on here... Actually, I just went to Hampton and looked at the yota. I got miracled last night--I can't see how I survived otherwise. I had cruise control set for 55 and I managed to rip my yjeans off (which somehow fused to the emergancy brake) and slip out from between the side impact beam, the steering wheel, and the windshield with two inches of headroom to spare. My head was split open from the impact beam, not the windshield. The windshield just flew out. My keys were stuck in the ignition... I had to crawl to the backseat and get out. The airbag, as well as my kynd hands shirt I got in Hamilton, ON were stained red... everything was red. They didn't say exactly how much blood I lost... but I'm going to be pretty weak for awhile.

The side was covered in bloody handprints and fingerprints... but I don't ever remember being over around the trunk.

The trim from the front door was inside the engine.... and one of the headlights were inside the cab of the vehicle. As far as I know, a car passed me, so I tried to change lanes/was falling tired... ended up edging and hopping the median. A tree and a two second prayer stopped me.

I wouldn't be talking to you right now if I didn't have the cruise control set and I had my foot on the gas.

Last accident I was in, I reinjured a broken ankle, and it wasn't nearly as bad. Only I wasn't the one driving, then. Before that, in June, I had a rollover offroad. Though, I was in the process of doing a donut, my front tire blew out and was found to have a defect, so... taking care of that.

 

I'm usually one of the last few people to talk to somebody before something happens...

But, it can be a weird feeling. Makes you realize how quick things can happen.

 

All these negative car experiences would make me carophobic.

Good that you're OK.

 

O man that really stinks dude,are you ok?

 

OH MAN! You are very blessed!(if you don't believe in God I'm sorry if i offended you)

I hope all turns out well for you!

 

i still don't think i can believe it

 

Please don't die.

 

this is alittle weird for me, i hardly know you and yet i'm sitting here crying...
oh god this just makes me so sad and just so angry...
i'm so sorry and so glad you're still alive..
~positive thoughts
love and light~

 

Well, being a member of a Southern Baptist church, as well as a Unitarian Universalist, I still can't see how I survived, otherwise... there was really no space where I was sitting when I looked at the car yesterday.



I don't know. It really doesn't phase me too much, but I still don't see how I'm sitting here with such little damage in comparison to the extent of the accident. I didn't break a single bone... but the contusion keeps messing with my head. I'll be walking, then all of a sudden I'll feel like Mr. Mackey when he dropped acid on South Park.

 

I'll try not to, Teh Kryz...?


Last night, I really wasn't absolutely sure wether I wanted to/was going to live or not after overhearing EMS. I couldn't see, but I could hear.. I tried to refuse the ambulance, but I blacked out in mid-sentence.

 

Oh my goodness! You poor thing! You're so lucky to even be alive! Wow!

I hope your recovery goes well for you. You seem to have a very positive attitude, and that will give you much strength! Many healing vibes!

 

Don't say those kinds of things, ya bastard.

I'm sorry. Just a bit emotional lately...I'm on my time. Shit happens, I guess. And, to be honest, I've never been that afraid of death. Everyone else dying, and therefore being left alone - that's probably scarier than anything in this world. So...just don't leave me here all lonely and Georgeless, okay?

 

Oh Well, it's alright and such *pats shoulder*... I know how it goes... well not really, but I've felt the wrath a time or three.

And... I really wasn't sure if I was going to live because I could hear them talking about having brain damage, yet I blacked out and couldn't see... nor would I want to live as a vegetable who could hear what you say, yet not respond or anything. It's like how some treat hunting dogs or how people treated slaves before they were actually considered human.

Nevertheless, when I walk in a straight line, it's like how everything scrolls on an internet page. It's like my point of comparison (distance and such) is skewed and things will move with it as they reflect with light and blend with shadows, so I've definately got some kind of minor optic nerve damage and I'm probably going to a Neurologist and a sleep therapy clinic at the Medical College of Virginia within the next two weeks. I'm also getting an attorney to fight the reckless driving charge... as I have no control over an undiagnosed sleeping disorder (I always knew I was going to be in an accident because of it). I have alot of sleeping trouble, at times, but I've never seen it as a big of a deal as it is until now.

On top of that, yeah, I can be very pessimistic or have suicidal thoughts whenever my brain tells me to have a slight outbust of clinical depression/mania, but I can't control that, even though I'd never do that, you know?


But... I've got some medicinal turkey and captain to help me out here... they gave me some percocet, naproxen, uh.. then I've got the cannabis, which I can always break out later, if that won't work. I'm not combining it with the prescribed meds or anything, but I wouldn't be drinking if the liquor wasn't given to me. Everyone has been calling me and coming over.. giving me stuff. It's kinda funny, but at the same time it's like "whoa... I didn't know these people cared about me"

Fixin to be alot better, man...

 

Holy fucking christ....

I can't even keep track of all the shit that happens to you anymore.

Good as long as you're alive... However.. you gotta save the shirt somehow.