Is what I said to my French nurse as she was pulling my chest hair out with my EKG monitors. Now that I think about it.... holy crap I had a French Nurse, isn't that like a male fantasy or something?!?
Well, no it is not.... the hospital is no fantasy.
Today I used my tattoo for the first time, I was in some bariatric chamber trying to breath and I couldn't I broke down and cried, and then saw that symbol of hope, and pushed through the metal blood coughs and failed the test. Treatment is on hold for the time being.
Each time I sit back and write, a new symptom pops up, this time it's the shakes, Imagine being on a case of red bull and no sleep for 48hrs. That's a glimpse of what my body feels like...Like a fucking riot. LA in 92' Hough & Harlem in the 60's, Fogg in 09' This is my fight and I intend to win.
The Long And Winding Road - Paul McCartney
I gotta say Fogg, although I hate the topic you have been forced to write about and i really dont like what its doing to you, I do enjoy reading your posts. You are a really good writer. It really feels like I can get a glimpse into the ordeal you are going through. Its really really good.
ReplyDeleteI wish you the best man.
Cardilino
Praying for you and for your strength! Hoping tomorrow (and the next...) is a better day. Stay strong, keep fighting!
ReplyDeleteKeep trucking kiddo....you are in my prayers....let me know if you need anything at all....ever!!! :)
ReplyDeleteyou willlllll win!!!!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Craig... I hate that this has been placed on your shoulders, but I really enjoy reading what you have to say. Keep your head up rock star and know that you have an army of fighters behind you. :)
ReplyDeleteYour a freakin rockstar hun! Keep on fighting. Hope your day gets better! :)
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