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Nope. Track star from high school then pro poker then high level attorney then retired because something his grandfather invented went multiple diversified retirement accounts. Great dude, gorgeous wife, kids, they fight a lot but it's cool. Cats - they're tough to keep up with, but they're nice. The wife like I said is still pissed I drank all their sugary shit and smashed a 6er of Sammy on the porch and left all the doors open, sorry. I told her to kick me in the nuts and tell me it's over. She still won't talk to me for now and I understand. I did hit on the cleaner and the girl 2 doors down because they both had hot asses but I also gave the cleaners an extra hundo so whatever. I paid for the alcohol too. Whatever. Kick me in the nuts and let's do dinner. I paid up. I'm sorry. Finish it.

It's all good. I'm just worried about my testicles with her. She's former rugby.

That's gonna hurt.
 
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It looks like he has decided to die.

From skimming a few posts, he has returned to the exact behavior - hard drinking being the big one - that caused his extreme health crisis/warning just a short time ago - heart, kidneys - long hospitalization.

I mean, he is probably not telling himself he has decided to die - he probably has a bunch of foggy denials and rationalizations swirling around in his head - but a decision to die is surely what it amounts to.

This.

Bacon, you may not get so lucky next time.
Slow down.
Listen to the people who care about you.
Take your meds.
Go to a meeting.
Choose life.
 
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This.

Bacon, you may not get so lucky next time.
Slow down.
Listen to the people who care about you.
Take your meds.
Go to a meeting.
Choose life.

or listen/read self and think about fam/friends mentioned here



Definitely don't feel like things aren't your business man if anything answering questions is a good vent I've been in the hospital close to a month and just got out yesterday so I've been coming out of my skin.

Initial thoughts are morbid and fear. Basically I am used to working hard and doing what I want with my other time. That life is gone for now. Its appointment after appointment etc. And no driving and I always pretty much feel like shit. The prospect of going permanately disblabled and/or needing a kidney transplant is petrifying. When I'm in dialysis I look aroint and almost all the other patients are much younger and/or look like they're dying. I'm "only" 40. The toll it has taken on family and friends from all over the place who traveled in to help makes me feel intense guilt and shame I am a grown ass man and I'm supposed to be helping and supporting others not a liability. A priority in my life is also when other things are stable meeting that someone to settle down with. Piece of cake with a tunnel catheter sticking out of my chest and nonstop treatments I'm sure.
The lifestyle changes they talked about are easierthan you'd think for me. No more booze yes sucks badly but when I look at what it would result in it's not that tough. Yes I tore it up outside of work but I was never full time with it. Diet changes no problem. I realize now it affects a lot of people besides myself but of course before I my kidneys worked so why not be a weekend warrior. Avoiding phosphorous in diet is slightly annoying avoiding sodium sucks much worse.
I've also realized that I really need to learn to count cards well like my buddies and that the first person to crank their TV volume beyond 40 in a two person hospital room late at night should instantly be burned alive and that medically induced comas are real fucking weird I have the weirdest very vivid non memories. Cute nurses are awesome even though its obviously all sympathy.
 
It's not true. That was the pills. It was. THE PILLS.

NO PAIN NO GAIN.,

Work hard. PLAY HARDER.

Ahhh. Anabelle, I missed you sooo much.

We happy. Where the fuck are my harmonica's? I have to go make the bum on the street more money. Then maybe open up a little play poker game for her, like Beck did.