Alright,
So lawl..*points at self and laughs* fag! moment here...if you are unaware of what a lawl fag moment is, its where you laugh at your self for being a complete tit.
Now, here's the kicker..
I remember all those times where I used to explain to people what would happen if by chance my prosthetic tube (implant from my skull all the way to my abdomen) happened to slip. For those of you at home...Horror and Gore movies got nothing on me...
Your brain kind of drowns, and you're either praying for your skull to implode or explode, depending on how you want to decorate, while the world spins and your throwing up last night's spaghetti in a toilet bowl you've become so familiar with you could call it a second date.
Correction..here's the kicker..
Recently, my panic attacks have been getting worse..a week or so breathing into a paper bag, falling asleep in a bath tub 'cause the sound of rushing water calms me...
And I find out the day before yesterday that my tube has shifted about two inches away from its normal position..'course I had a miniature heart attack..Wow those things are trippy..its like trying to drag in a gallon of air but your lungs feel like a balloon with a hole and ...well there's no analogy for your heart stopping dead.
Again for those of you at home keeping score..I'm a ticking time bomb lulz...
So if I die before I wake...I'm so sorry, I did have personal letters planned for each and everyone..detailing a lot of apologes for being me...
On the upside though..you get to get rid of me for good xD.
Am working on preserving myself but keep your fingers crossed I make it to..and out of the operation A-Okay...otherwise...well you know...Boom..xD.
Cheers.
And a little note about my said condition:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocep…