About half a page down you'le find an entry called '/me vents a bit'. Yup, its me again.

I wanted to use a bunch of my free time to help out with maintaing the monster ('cause i think systemd is fscking stupid) but I was wrong.
Ive never been so busy in my life. Every tiny little thing I have to deal with takes 20x longer! I'm swamped!

So, ranting ranting yep. 4 years ago I was damaged. Only took 3 years to get medical attention (discounting the morons who stuck needles n chems into my spine and called me cured). When I finally found a cool surgeon, dude took my notes from all other surgeons and shredded them. Dude told me, 'this is the problem, this is how we solve it.'

I went under the knife two weeks later. Dude's assistant came by my recovery room to tell me he had never in his life seen a shoulder that destroyed. (construction, commercial fishing, drywall, been wurking my ass off since i was a child).

Brighter note; Dude did a good job. 4 days later I was off the meds n 6 days later I was able to do dishes. Not bad right?

Brighter funnier. I kept waking up during surgery. The first time this incredibly beautiful woman was looking down over me. My druggerd up mind thought I was dead and -that- my friends... is an angel.

Then someone farted.

Laters All, rant be over... for now. See ya

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