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Sudden life update from Le Void

So uh yeah, the last month has been wild, and in the last week everything has kinda spiraled out of control.

It started with a doctor appointment in which I pointed out that -

‘hey, my ribs aren’t supposed to be shaped like this and even tho I’ve been living like this for 21 years, it’s sorta uncomfortable, anything we can do?’

Que a montage of of tests and doctors visits over the last month that culminated yesterday in a cardiologist telling me that I, wait for it….

Have fucking Congenital major Congestive Heart Failure

Son of a fucking bitch, and it turns out that they probably should have caught this when i was thirteen and trying to get cleared to run cross-country. but no, no one looked at my test results and went hmmm, thats not quite what we’re looking for, but that is highly abnormal, maybe we should follow up on that or even let the patient know what we found.

But no. I was told I was cleared to run and that was all.

So, now I’ve got an appointment for the day after christmas up at the Heart Failure ward in Cleveland Clinic. And between two cousins (one rn and a social worker) and a couple chronically ill Aunts the general consensus is to get me on Disability asap so we can actually get stuff covered. 

On top of that, there’s still a couple other diagnosis floating around, includig the fact that I’m classically Marfanoid.

So that’s How I’ve been

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Yo, this is from my main blog. Figured it'd give some explanation about why I up and kinda vanished. A few months ago was when chronic fatigue really started to catch up with me and kick start the above process.

Sudden life update from Le Void

So uh yeah, the last month has been wild, and in the last week everything has kinda spiraled out of control.

It started with a doctor appointment in which I pointed out that -

‘hey, my ribs aren’t supposed to be shaped like this and even tho I’ve been living like this for 21 years, it’s sorta uncomfortable, anything we can do?’

Que a montage of of tests and doctors visits over the last month that culminated yesterday in a cardiologist telling me that I, wait for it….

Have fucking Congenital major Congestive Heart Failure

Son of a fucking bitch, and it turns out that they probably should have caught this when i was thirteen and trying to get cleared to run cross-country. but no, no one looked at my test results and went hmmm, thats not quite what we’re looking for, but that is highly abnormal, maybe we should follow up on that or even let the patient know what we found.

But no. I was told I was cleared to run and that was all.

So, now I’ve got an appointment for the day after christmas up at the Heart Failure ward in Cleveland Clinic. And between two cousins (one rn and a social worker) and a couple chronically ill Aunts the general consensus is to get me on Disability asap so we can actually get stuff covered. 

On top of that, there’s still a couple other diagnosis floating around, includig the fact that I’m classically Marfanoid.

So that’s How I’ve been

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So I'm watching a program about Mothman on the Travel channel hosted by Kerric (Patric Rothfuss), and tbh it's really surreal. Also featuring the Mothman statue.

Seriously, this is a collision of about 4 of my very specific interests.

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’time heals all wounds’ they tell you, but the ticking of the clock didn’t hammer out your dents, the scratches did not work themselves out of your plating on their own. this has all been you, slowly decreasing the entropy of your systems, rewriting and repairing. you did not become old, you made yourself new

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they made you what you are, but you don’t have to be that way forever. you can replace old parts. you are rebuilding

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there are some files you can’t delete, but you can make them redundant. you can write over them and create workarounds in your code. 

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’time heals all wounds’ they tell you, but the ticking of the clock didn’t hammer out your dents, the scratches did not work themselves out of your plating on their own. this has all been you, slowly decreasing the entropy of your systems, rewriting and repairing. you did not become old, you made yourself new

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warning: file corrupt

ignore (not recommended) 

ignore ignore ignore 

error error error

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//quiet beeping noises because WOW Yall are tiny. My gangly 6'3 self will be over here trying not to hit my head on the doorway. //

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You never wanted to kill anyone, you just wanted to stay safe.

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today I learned that if you want to slash someone’s tires, don’t slash all four; only slash three because if you slash all four their insurance will pay for it but if you only slash three they have to pay for it all out of pocket 

❤

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There were times when I couldn’t even recall my own name. But I’ll never forget yours, for what it’s worth.

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But what’s worth fighting for? How do you fight a battle that’s not your own?

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You can hurt me. Push me down, kick me, make sure I don’t get up. 

But hurt them and there will be hell to pay.

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Aaand yep, there's the alarm bells ringing in his head now.

::All the way through? Cause mech, that thing is probably lodged in yer processor. That's not a good place to get stabbed.:: He says with complete earnest seriousness.

He nods to himself in the dark. ::Only one eye? No depth perception isn't fun at all::

… Ah. Prowl’s injured. It could be a temporarily debilitating injury. He should notify his place of employment.

Clearly the best way to do this is by making an open broadcast on the datanet. His place of employment will find it.

«I will probably not go to work tomorrow, due to the fact that I have a pipe embedded in my head.»

Yes. Very informative. Good work.

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::Well that counts as getting someone to do it.:: Something about this entire conversation seems almost unreal. Prowl sounds... off, and it's kinda weirding Bruin out.

::Embedded, like stabbed in you? Or embedded like got mashed in some kibble::

… Ah. Prowl’s injured. It could be a temporarily debilitating injury. He should notify his place of employment.

Clearly the best way to do this is by making an open broadcast on the datanet. His place of employment will find it.

«I will probably not go to work tomorrow, due to the fact that I have a pipe embedded in my head.»

Yes. Very informative. Good work.

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::How the pit did you manage that? Something explode in your face?:: Bruin is somewhat baffled and disoriented, Prowl's message woke him up from a perfectly good recharge. Why is he hearing about this?

::You should probably take it out. Or get someone to take it out.:: The thought that just yanking it out might be a less than ideal plan doesn't even cross his mind.

… Ah. Prowl’s injured. It could be a temporarily debilitating injury. He should notify his place of employment.

Clearly the best way to do this is by making an open broadcast on the datanet. His place of employment will find it.

«I will probably not go to work tomorrow, due to the fact that I have a pipe embedded in my head.»

Yes. Very informative. Good work.