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This has been the weirdest year. And the last week has been just as weird.
Last friday, Stan had to go to the hospital. I had two missed calls on Saturday morning. I went to the hospital and found out that at work, Stan had just gotten off the phone with some bitch who was complaining that she didn't get toilet paper in her room. She was really giving to to him. After he got off the phone, he felt a lot of pressure in his chest. He couldn't breath. His coworker called 911 and he was taken to the hospital.
He had excessive amounts of blood around his heart (when i got there in the morning, there was a tube from his heart leading to a bag, which was full of blood). His kidneys were only operating at 35%.
It turns out his blood cells were attacking themselves and eating each other. He had to receive a series of 3 or 4 blood transfusions.
He's back home now. His legs hurt him a little (he received the transfusion through his leg veins), and he's tired. But he's doing fine. He's going to have to talk a couple blood pressure meds for the rest of his life.
It kind of made me realize that despite the fact that I hate SF and I don't like what I've become, at least I'm alive.
Last friday, Stan had to go to the hospital. I had two missed calls on Saturday morning. I went to the hospital and found out that at work, Stan had just gotten off the phone with some bitch who was complaining that she didn't get toilet paper in her room. She was really giving to to him. After he got off the phone, he felt a lot of pressure in his chest. He couldn't breath. His coworker called 911 and he was taken to the hospital.
He had excessive amounts of blood around his heart (when i got there in the morning, there was a tube from his heart leading to a bag, which was full of blood). His kidneys were only operating at 35%.
It turns out his blood cells were attacking themselves and eating each other. He had to receive a series of 3 or 4 blood transfusions.
He's back home now. His legs hurt him a little (he received the transfusion through his leg veins), and he's tired. But he's doing fine. He's going to have to talk a couple blood pressure meds for the rest of his life.
It kind of made me realize that despite the fact that I hate SF and I don't like what I've become, at least I'm alive.