OK – I know I have been slacking since my surgery, and I still will – I need more sleep. I fucking hurt. No two ways around that. Rip me open, rip out some shit that has been holding me together – literally – for 1/2 my life – accident happened 10/88; it’s now 11/13. 26 years of my almost 52 years on the planet. And I hurt even more because of yet another round of false promises. Makes you feel good when you make them. doesn’t it? All altruistic and kind. But when I call and say “Can I please?” or maybe “Are you possibly please going” and you get shot down each and every time, you wonder why they even bothered in the first place. No, Omi – not about you. You I haven’t tried…♥ But basically – a big Fuck You to Lip Service. I can’t walk. Not for 3 weeks. Wow. This is gonna suck out loud!! Maybe you will get sick of me writing. I know I am sick of all of your bullshit lies.