Hey Friends and Chosen Family,
It's been in a while since I had any news worth sharing, but I recently found out that I am in the process of experiencing a relapse of Aplastic Anemia. Admittedly, it sounds absolutely horrible, and I'd wish it on no one, but there's a strange comfort associated with this for me. There are more pleasant experiences out there, however life's hardships often provide us with the most perspective. I'd liken it to taking a really life changing trip somewhere, only if the trip involved you fighting for your life, and spending way too much time dicking around on a kindle fire.
What does this mean?
Basically, it means that I'm dependent on transfusions, for the short term, until I can select a treatment that will allow me to create enough of my own blood cells to sustain a body that could only be compared to a young Rick Flair.
Is the treatment dangerous?
In a sense, yes the treatment is dangerous, but it's nothing compared to choosing not to treat the affliction. Also, if you've ever seen me, shirtless, during "pool season", you'd know that dangerous is a relative term. Have you ever seen a diamond cut in half by someone's abdominal muscles? I have. Shit tons of times, and let me tell you something... it's dangerous as shit.
What can you do?
As you've probably read, in previous posts, this affliction is more an issue of avoiding germs, avoiding being sick, and waiting. If you'd like to help out, text me, e-mail me, and Facebook me up. I have a bunch of time on my hands, I'm fairly isolated, and I love stories. Confide, Share, Be a Pen Pal, and Allow me to live vicariously through you. You'd be surprised how much I can hold, then again, maybe you wouldn't. Regardless, that sense of connection is very important to me, so if you're reading this, you're already in, and that's all I really require.
