therealtexasguy

I swear, I was born to suffer.

My lungs are royally fucked up. God knows why. I survived eleven years of smoking, almost as many years of the most hardcore abuse of pot and booze I'd ever seen, and all of a sudden I have trouble breathing. It's getting so bad it's waking me up at night. Maybe I will go to the doctor about it. But I can guaran-fucking-tee what they will say; "Sorry, sir, but we don't see anything wrong with your breathing". Fuckers. That's what they always say. If I don't take my stomach medication (all ten-plus pills a fucking day) I can barely move the pain's so crippling, yet despite years of tests they don't know really what's causing it (hence the reason they have me taking every possible pill they can think of). My heart's the same way. When they run tests on it, it beats funny and fast (and waaaay too slow when I sleep), but when they look at it with sonagraphs and x-rays and the like - and what do they find? Nothing. Oh, but they have theories, of course, every single fucking one of them. And every single theory is different.

So the thunderstorms are rolling in. Perfect time to run on down to the lake for some quick fishing before the water gets too rough. Hopefully the lightning and rain will chase off a bunch of the lake lice.

Well, I'm gonna head out. Have a good day everyone.