I'm so completely ravaged - mentally and physically - that I don't want to update. I can no longer think clearly. And I don't care.
This afternoon I was rudely extracted from my hospital bed and transferred to an ambulance. I was curtly told I'm moving to Gainesboro, TN.
An agonizing ride, I was in incredible pain.
So here I am at Waters Nursing Home to get more physical therapy. It's impossibility. My knees won't bend, my lower legs are partially paralysed.
Waters is an absolute dump. Small, ugly, dirty, over- crowded. Nasty nurses. I'm in a tiny airless room with an ancient roommate in a bed two feet from me.
Don't bother to pray. I'm praying for death. Death. I don't want therapy. Don't want to go home. I want to be taken from this vile, demented, insane, hellish shit ass bitch of a world.
You can keep it.
I've had bloody goddamn enough. I want permanent escape.
Jon
Don't bother to pray. I prayed my goddamn ass off and things got worse. Forget me...and go to your Merry Christmas antics. Merry, Merry, Merry
A insanely commercialized pagan holiday. Even the Catholics admit Jesus wasn't born in December.
There. Now everybody will hate me.
