Back again to this app,I’ve had more comebacks than an aging rock band!
So I had MSRA, almost killed me blah,blah, blah,and the MSRA has been eating the bone in my femur for two years before it started acting up and causing pain and swelling.
Now I have an external fixator,use walker and wheelchair,live in a nursing home and have had 10 centimeters of bone removed and two more surgeries coming up.
I hop around on one foot,I lost my job, my awesome apartment,and I have little money,fuck it all that’s life I’m clean, I’m dating a nice boy who sends me his own clothing and books!
Books man,I’ve applied for disability, and I’ll just go live in a women’s shelter or another nursing home in the city whike I learn to walk and,ONCE AGAIN,rebuild my life.
See that up there?

I’d call myself punk but I’m no punk,I’m just angry,I’m just crazy, I’m just me.
Fuck it you can go through Hell and stay clean, 6 or more months now I’m trying to kick sugar,not a lot of exercise possible now.
update,off sugar having dreams about that and crack now!
Have metal out of my leg in less than two weeks bone graft time then learn to walk,still living in a nursing home at 42 still have clinical depression, still clean,on here not because I’m afraid I’ll use though it is on my mind, it’s because I’m tired and maybe lonely with no one who really knows here.
Love ya all,specially the crazy women keep it up,pick it up again if you slip,just don’t give up!