My Outlet

My life changed on 8/10/2013. I got up in the middle of the night, drunken sleepwalking in an unfamiliar house and fell from the second floor down to the base of the stairs. I broke my left wrist, got a plate in my left elbow, broke the ball off the top of my left thigh, split my skull open and two nine inch pins in my hip. I was in a coma for five days and barely remember the hospital stay. I completely accept responsibility and blame nobody else.

Two years later, I'm disabled. I struggle just to waddle around the yard and some days, I'm not able to do much at all. Supporting my own weight with my left leg is always a challenge. On bad days, I am confined to my house camped out in front of my computer. If I'm on Facebook posting an unusual amount, I'm having a (physically) very painful day.

Since I rarely leave the house, the way I communicate with friends is generally on Facebook. I get about 5 phone calls per month from friends so I hardly get to talk to anyone except my sister and Mom. I've always been the type to speak my mind and always liked to talk. I don't have that option much anymore. Online communication is my only outlet.

If you don't like my personality online, you don't like me. What you see is what you get, I'm the same asshole in person. It's fine for someone to "unfriend" me on FB. If you don't like what I post, it's OK to remove me from your friends list. I know that I rant sometimes, especially when my body is hurting like hell. Forgive me if I ramble too much, it's how I get to talk to my friends.