what a fucking week
so far this week i have broken myself several times in several diff places... finally managed to get cut on ancle tostop bleeding (it bled for like a week, think it has to do with the hypoglycimia... same thing that makes me suddenly cringe at coke... *shrugs* not sure, i dunno, whatever) finally went in to a doc for a second opinion on my back... got overmedicated... have'nt been to work all week...
and the clincher??? the really great part??? i was fortunate enough to be the last person to speak to my roommate and father of my cousens unborn child and her finace' and one hell of a great person, in more ways than i can ever say, alive..... that's right... 1pm yest he called me to make sure my bro was still picking him up to take him to the dentist around 2... by 2 when mike got there he was dead (2:15 mike finally just walked in after getting tired of knocking).... my roommate John Clayborne Matheny died of what appeard to be asphyxiation due to having a sizure and hitting his head on the counter, knocking him cold, and somehow landing in such a way as to constrict his air passages... in other words, he landed in a way that he kinda strangled himself or swallowed his tounge... i am in shock.... i just lost one of the greatest mentors and in the same month loose someone like a brother to me... my fathers upset that the last things he said to him were mean... denny's upset because of everything (especially the thought of not being able to have the family that she so desperately wanted with the man she loved, father of her unborn child) we're loosing the apt, there's no way we can afford it, would'nt want it if we could... just, too many memories... no idea what to do... i feel so helpless, i can't comfort danielle... not like i can tell her it'll be ok... this makes two children that she has that will never know their father... Ariana (my goddchild, her 4 yr old doughter) was there when it happened, but we have'nt told her yet, all she knows is that daddy went to take a shower and he fell while he was in there (she heard him fall) and then uncle michael came over and called some cops over (which is ok cuz uncle michael and daddy are both cops, so that's normal, kinda) and then uncle michael brought her over here and she has'nt been back since... dear gods help us!!! i still have the 1700 on the loan i took out that he owed me... but it's in my name... danielle has a child comming... she's fighting for the coroner to keep a blood sample for DNA paternity testing.. gods take care of her.... because i cannot... this is the first time i have seen the corpse of someone i honestly loved and cared about before embalming and such.... he was purple.... but he looked like he was just sleeping... i duno if i can handle all of this... right now i am just... i dunno... in shock i guess... well, nuff stuff... bye bye
and the clincher??? the really great part??? i was fortunate enough to be the last person to speak to my roommate and father of my cousens unborn child and her finace' and one hell of a great person, in more ways than i can ever say, alive..... that's right... 1pm yest he called me to make sure my bro was still picking him up to take him to the dentist around 2... by 2 when mike got there he was dead (2:15 mike finally just walked in after getting tired of knocking).... my roommate John Clayborne Matheny died of what appeard to be asphyxiation due to having a sizure and hitting his head on the counter, knocking him cold, and somehow landing in such a way as to constrict his air passages... in other words, he landed in a way that he kinda strangled himself or swallowed his tounge... i am in shock.... i just lost one of the greatest mentors and in the same month loose someone like a brother to me... my fathers upset that the last things he said to him were mean... denny's upset because of everything (especially the thought of not being able to have the family that she so desperately wanted with the man she loved, father of her unborn child) we're loosing the apt, there's no way we can afford it, would'nt want it if we could... just, too many memories... no idea what to do... i feel so helpless, i can't comfort danielle... not like i can tell her it'll be ok... this makes two children that she has that will never know their father... Ariana (my goddchild, her 4 yr old doughter) was there when it happened, but we have'nt told her yet, all she knows is that daddy went to take a shower and he fell while he was in there (she heard him fall) and then uncle michael came over and called some cops over (which is ok cuz uncle michael and daddy are both cops, so that's normal, kinda) and then uncle michael brought her over here and she has'nt been back since... dear gods help us!!! i still have the 1700 on the loan i took out that he owed me... but it's in my name... danielle has a child comming... she's fighting for the coroner to keep a blood sample for DNA paternity testing.. gods take care of her.... because i cannot... this is the first time i have seen the corpse of someone i honestly loved and cared about before embalming and such.... he was purple.... but he looked like he was just sleeping... i duno if i can handle all of this... right now i am just... i dunno... in shock i guess... well, nuff stuff... bye bye