To any of those that may give a shit, I apologize for having been quite scarce recently. I’ve been in a real funk, but feel like I’m slowly coming out of it. Multiple health issues, over fifteen different medications, and being trapped in an apartment for the bulk of time can really affect the human brain. Now I’m being bombarded with doctors wanting to perform all of these odd tests I’ve never heard of, I’m guessing in attempt to find out why I’m a human puddle. Other than the obvious, which can only account for a small percentage of why I feel this way, there’s something going on that they haven’t sorted out yet. Addison’s disease isn’t something I would wish on even Kelly Ripa. For those of you not in the know, here’s an article on Addison’s Disease, but keep in mind I have an unusually severe case.
Non-Event is my little way of talking to the outside world considering I hardly leave the four walls that make up my apartment. Some think this is pathetic, some understand that this is all I can do. The days that pass where no post crops up are the days when leaving the bed is next to impossible. I’ve lost so many (of what I thought were) dear friends because of this. They simply don’t understand and are unable to put themselves in the shoes of another.
To those of you that think I’m nothing but a bore and a bringdown: I never asked to be this way; I never wanted to be this way, and my brain only lets me be compensated to a finite degree.
But abandoning what was once a joyful friendship over something as trivial as this is just very sad. I’m still the same Daniel on the inside. I just crick-n-crack a bit more. LOL.
