So, I mentioned being in the hospital when I started posting here again, and some of the drama that happened there. I had diabetic ketoacidosis. Spent the couple of days before going to the hospital weak and vomiting so much that eventually all that was coming up was blood from my eroded esophagus. I was badly dehydrated because I couldn’t even keep water down, and my lips had burns from all the stomach acid.
Had covid too which, between the diabetes, my heart problems, and my compromised immune system was no fucking joke.
Either the heart attack or the ketoacidosis would have been fatal without quick medical attention, and I can’t help but feel like there are likely more similar events in my future. Probably near future. I can feel myself getting weaker. I have chest pains sometime, and dizzy spells.
I just turned 41, and I’m not sure I’ll make it to 45. 50 seems really unlikely. And I’m kinda okay with that. For my own sake anyway; I worry about my family finding me dead and having to go through what I went through when I found Jessica.
Had covid too which, between the diabetes, my heart problems, and my compromised immune system was no fucking joke.
Either the heart attack or the ketoacidosis would have been fatal without quick medical attention, and I can’t help but feel like there are likely more similar events in my future. Probably near future. I can feel myself getting weaker. I have chest pains sometime, and dizzy spells.
I just turned 41, and I’m not sure I’ll make it to 45. 50 seems really unlikely. And I’m kinda okay with that. For my own sake anyway; I worry about my family finding me dead and having to go through what I went through when I found Jessica.