Good to go
So, we’ve made some adjustments to my new vent and I’m breathing much better. I feel much better. Not being able to breathe properly for extended periods of time will fuck a fellow up like nobody’s business. It makes everything I want seem far away, or impossible. So, yes, I get down. Sometimes I don’t think people understand that feeling, even people who really know me.
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Almost time
I was pretty down last night, my trache kept making me cough which colors everything in a pretty bad way. It’s almost time for me to go and I do feel better. Not breathing right makes every other fear, doubt, frustration to be +12. The thing about the blog is, I don’t censor myself at all. I write exactly what’s in my head. Sometimes it’s dark, sometimes it’s not, but it’s always honest.
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