The Genesis Story
So I'm writing a blog. Who would have thought that would become a thing. I write a lot of crap, and talk even more, so who the hell would want to read this? You, clearly!
Where did this come from? Why am I doing this? Allow the smoke machine to fill up the room and embrace the mystique of drama ...
The date is Friday, February 1, 2019. The time is 1130pm. I'm not even a month over 30 and I'm lying in a hospital bed with a heart that can't maintain its own rhythm. I'm here on my own. Well, me and the guy next to me who has the TV on some Spanish news channel at 112dB. God damn man, is it your heart or your hearing that's cooked???
I don't know what's wrong with me yet, but I'll admit that is the first time I've actually been a bit scared about the future. I workout hard, I do get a bit stressed, but I'm not a party animal. I don't do drugs, I'm a clean eater, yet I'm the one with a failing heart? Shit. Where the hell did this come from?
Anyways, the hospital realised I was struggling with this so they sent me a therapist to talk to me about creative outlets. I used to be super creative. Drawing, writing, always getting the colouring books at Maccas even as an adult. I don't know why I stopped, but he suggested I start again.
This blog will be a good way for me to vent to myself. Will anyone read this? Maybe. Do I care? Not really. If you like what you read, say hi though 😜