Been out of the hospital a few days. Spent 2 weeks in hospital beds getting veins deflated. Seriously! I'm covered in bruises.

Had a minor stroke. Which is insane, but here we are. I'm practicing typing because the coordination in my left hand is still very iffy. And I have to start back at work tomorrow which is nothing but typing. The connection between my brain and my hand is a shitty long distance phone call n 1982 from a payphone. Or just like trying to talk to anyone on a smartphone. Time for the good ol' brute force method. Tomorrow ain't gonna be fun. But I can kinda walk around my apartment just not for a long time. Got a walker like an old lady which I loathe. Anyway, just thought I'd do a little plattin'. My left hand is pretty rough. Not gonna lie, I'm a little worried about work. Life ain't a plat.

Everything feels kinda preverbal sometimes.

My whole entire back and left arm hurt so much I wanna chop it all off. I have a pinched nerve that won't stop pinching. Pain can make you depressed. I think that's true. Or it can alter your mood significantly in the negative direction. Prolonged dull aches are a form of torture devised by nature.

and I'm still making a thing and probably I'll always be making a thing but the thing is at this point right now and it's this thing when later in time it will be a different thing because when I change things they are no longer the same thing