this would be one of those "fuck you" posts.
So I stayed up most last night/this morning to finally crash around 7am. Woke up to my father calling to say my uncle Steve is back in the hospital because he had a glottal hernia. it's the part that basically connects your esophagus to your stomach. fluids spilled everywhere inside, had to do a surgery asap. The doctors determined that when he was overdosing an about 2000 mg+ of Ibubrofen every day for the past year or so, it weakened it to the point where it just tore. There is a side effect to every medication. Fuck that, there are TONS of side effects to every medication just with regular dosage, nevermind upping it. So while they were digging around inside for a while, they decided to check out his liver since he had a liver failure right around gramps died. Apparently they looked at it, closed him back up, and when he woke up they told him he has a %30 chance of living! Excellent!!! So not only is this what I want to hear when I wake up and am fumbling for clothes, the HR number at Cox South, and some resumes, but it looks like everyone is freaking out about it. People, what the fuck did you think was going to happen? The guy is 40 years old and has basically been a chronic drinker since he came out of the closet at 14. It's not like anyone didn't know he had a problem. I stayed with him for two weeks down in Baltimore shortly after he moved into his new house, and you want to know what? He was a fucking train wreck and I made sure to tell everyone about it since NO ONE ever sees him. I was the only one that had seen him in almost a year. No one will say "Hey Steve, maybe you should get your ass off the couch and find yourself a fucking job instead of downing a bottle of wine+ every night" Did anyone say that? No. So when I said it to him after his birthday I was a big fucking asshole. SO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT? FUCK OFF. I WAS RIGHT. Now he needs a liver transplant immediately or yeah, he's going to fucking die. I'm sorry, but did anyone NOT see the pictures in health class through school to scare the shit out of you with the nasty lungs and livers? I'm pretty sure everyone has. And everyone laughs at it. Laugh it up when you're on a fucking donor list to replace that disgusting, black, shriveled up piece of flesh you're supposed to call a major organ, and no one's going to give you one because you're a chronic alcoholic. This is not a situation where there was a major accident and some poor guy got his liver punctured and now has to live with this the rest of his life. This is not a kid who was born with fetal alcohol syndrome. This is not a fucking battle wound. This is NOT a TRAGEDY. This is what happens when you're just plain irresponsible.
Good work everyone! Just sugar-coat it so it's easier for everyone to cope with, no matter how ridiculous and out of line it is. That way when they DIE you feel like an asshole because not only did you not say anything, but you didn't fucking help them either.
Whatever. Go ahead. Speak your little gossip between yourselves about how bad of shape someone is. Talk about how they should see a doctor. How sick they look. How they should go to therapy. How they need help.
And then don't fucking help them.
I know you all do it. Don't fucking deny it because I listen to it every goddamn day of every goddamn week. Maybe you're "non-controversial". Maybe you just don't like to get in the middle. Maybe you just don't think it's your place to say something. So go ahead, when your friends and family die because you didn't fucking say something, I WANT you to feel like an ASSHOLE. No matter what the situation is. Just feel like an asshole, because that's all you are.
It's about 5 am here so I'm going downstairs and playing some Pikmin 2. Or clean. Or make pillows. Or send out more applications and get more numbers to call more people to harass to get more interviews to get more JACKIE IS FUCKING UNEMPLOYED AND PISSED time. ugh. Things are so fucking shitty. I don't even have Wednesday nights to look forward anymore because they were RUINED. OBLITERATED. DESTROYED. As in, we can't even have a good game of drunken bowling or Mud lounge ridiculousness. PLEASE come make some gigantic meals with me that I can't eat because I never do but they smell so good and that's all I want to. COOKING PARTYYYY. yeah. pikmin2. now.
Good work everyone! Just sugar-coat it so it's easier for everyone to cope with, no matter how ridiculous and out of line it is. That way when they DIE you feel like an asshole because not only did you not say anything, but you didn't fucking help them either.
Whatever. Go ahead. Speak your little gossip between yourselves about how bad of shape someone is. Talk about how they should see a doctor. How sick they look. How they should go to therapy. How they need help.
And then don't fucking help them.
I know you all do it. Don't fucking deny it because I listen to it every goddamn day of every goddamn week. Maybe you're "non-controversial". Maybe you just don't like to get in the middle. Maybe you just don't think it's your place to say something. So go ahead, when your friends and family die because you didn't fucking say something, I WANT you to feel like an ASSHOLE. No matter what the situation is. Just feel like an asshole, because that's all you are.
It's about 5 am here so I'm going downstairs and playing some Pikmin 2. Or clean. Or make pillows. Or send out more applications and get more numbers to call more people to harass to get more interviews to get more JACKIE IS FUCKING UNEMPLOYED AND PISSED time. ugh. Things are so fucking shitty. I don't even have Wednesday nights to look forward anymore because they were RUINED. OBLITERATED. DESTROYED. As in, we can't even have a good game of drunken bowling or Mud lounge ridiculousness. PLEASE come make some gigantic meals with me that I can't eat because I never do but they smell so good and that's all I want to. COOKING PARTYYYY. yeah. pikmin2. now.