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Today me and Dad were looking through an old box books in his shed and we came across this. Dad only had it for pure shock value, and the only reason it is now in my possession is for the same reason. Just think about it, Heinemann publishing actually put a book out called “The Nigger of the Narcissus”, and according to wikipedia, “Heinemann is now a leading educational publisher”. Uh oh…..
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Lately I’ve been going a bit crazy. I’m at the point where catching the train to Richmond, working, and catching it home just wears me out too much, so I can’t really work. At the same time, I’m at the point where sitting around all day in front of the TV and computer is not fun. A lot of my friends go out to bars and clubs on the weekend and stay out from Friday night to Sunday arvo, and I barely have the energy to go to the city for a few hours just to hang.
The week I went into hospital for all my tests and that, they kept saying “Don’t sit around and wait for a liver to arrive, just keep going on with life like normal.”
The hope of a new liver is the only thing that keeps me going, so how can I not wait? I’m always thinking about how life will be when it’s all over, going back to work, moving to the city, going out every weekend. My weekend is just a weekday that everyone else has off. I want to work all week, I want to earn my keep, earn my weekend, it’s driving me crazy, and a week or so ago, it was really, really getting me down.
It becomes another “you just have to accept it” situation. And that’s what I have to do.
So what have I been doing? Not much. Applying for Centrelink payments (which hopefully goes through soon), watching Seinfeld and Two And A Half Men, reading Dexter and Dave Pelzer’s biographies (he had a very intense/heavy/depressing life), hanging out with Dad and watching The Twilight Zone, making pasta, playing Borderlands. It’s not much of life, but I’m hoping when I recover from all the surgery, I’ll have a new appreciation for life.
Seeing my friends also gives me a reason to keep going, thanks to everyone (you know who you all are I hope!) for putting up with me being boring and never wanting to go out. My idea of a night out is going to Safeway to get food so we’ve got something to eat when we sit at home watching a movie haha.
I’m trying not to rant and talk shit (although I am) but it’s just some shit I have to get off my chest every now and then.
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So today I OFFICIALLY went onto the Liver Transplant waiting list. Any day onwards is potentially the day they will call me and say there is a liver waiting for me. I honestly can’t wait until this is over, I have been feeling so crap lately, and I’ve felt myself getting sicker, it sucks.
To anyone who reads this, it would mean a lot to me (and I’m sure it would mean a lot to others) if you registered to become an organ donor. The problem with saying “Oh I’ll do it one day” is that you probably won’t, and when you die, it’s up to your family to make the decision, and they’re dealing with the stress and trauma of losing a loved one, so sometimes the right decision isn’t always made.
It’s up to you if you decide you don’t want to, but if you’re not willing to donate organs then you probably shouldn’t be able to receive any organs if you ever needed to. Harsh, but it makes sense and it’s fair.
Sick!
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“Swofford.”
“Sir, yes sir!”
“Are you the maggot whose father served in Vietnam?”
“Sir, yes sir!”
“Outstanding! Did he have the balls to die there?”
“Sir, no sir!”
“Too fucking bad! He ever talk about it?”
“Sir, only once sir!”
“Good! Then he wasn’t lying…”
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Today I met one of the surgeons who will be doing my liver transplant. His name is Professor Bob Jones and he is the Director of the Liver Transplant Unit at the Austin Hospital, which is where I’m always going. I officially go on the Liver Transplant list next Tuesday, but he said if the perfect liver came along tomorrow that would fits me perfectly, they would do the operation anyway, I just have to sign a few forms and it’s all set in stone. After that it’s just waiting for the phone call, and when that happens, I’ll probably message a few of you guys (does anyone read this?) just to let you know, and I’m sure Mum will let you know how I’m doing aswell.
Hands up if you’re scared!
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Drew this and tidied it up a little in Photoshop.
Waiting to hear back from Sesame Street on this one.
I’m thinking, Bert and Ernie have a new drug-addicted housemate, Gerald.
Mr Hooper help a brother out.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]I don’t know why I can’t stop listening to this song.
Mango Pickle Down River with The Wilcannia Mob by M.I.A
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