It’s been three days since I fainted, proceeded to smash my face into the ground and undergo a thirty-second seizure. Scary I know when I say it out loud, but honestly I feel like it’s not really that big of a deal. Unfortunately for me, I’m the only one who sees it that way.
These last couple of days have been nothing but an excuse for people to publicly and vocally scold me about my taking care of myself, or the lack thereof. While this is nothing new, people now have clear evidence that what I’ve been doing my entire life isn’t all that great for me, and they’re rubbing it in.
All kinds of people have been coming out of the woodworks to say “I told you so, now go eat a sandwich,” and it’s getting on my gee-dee nerves. On a call with my worker’s comp rep, she went through fifteen minutes of questioning to finally say, “can I ask you one more question?” which I thought was going to be in reference to the trees in my system, but when “have you eaten breakfast today, and if not can you do that after we hang up?” let her lips I felt like saying “okay, mom.”
Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful to have so many people in my life that are concerned about me, who I’m sure I scared to death these past couple of days (But to be fair, almost no one believed me at first when I said I had a seizure. I think my overall sarcastic attitude was a factor.) but Jesus H. Christ. I get it!
So for you all keeping score, today I am eating an everything bagel while green tea is steeping in my Chargers mug (which is pretty much blasphemous in my book, but I’m trying).
Oh, and in case you didn’t get the memo, the Raiders f*cking suck! I mean, really? It’s 41-7 as I type. Kill yourself.