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Holy fucking hell. I’m not gonna lie. May not be dead, but this really fucking hurts. Throat feels like its bleeding into my stomach from the tubes they had all up in there. Down there. Whatever. Back feels like it was stabbed. Which… hey, it was. And I’m loopier than them fruity loops at the moment. Five hits of dilaudid. Or however you spell it. And a few norcos. And flexeril. Listening to pink floyd and tom waits and drifting in and out of sleep. Took me four tries to log in cuz I kept putting where the dicks go and thinking why isn’t this fucking working! Ha. Turns out, my names not fucking warren and too bad I’m not one for finding out the location of the dicks in my current state, despite where my head obviously is. Fuck man. This is hard. I mean this – post surgery – not said dicks, yo. And I’m falling asleep again, just… you know… I’m still here. Love you man. Be back up in a bit.