My guitars need this rain/humidity. Friends, this link is to my most popular Youtube channel. I started it in 08 and created a new video every couple of weeks for about a year. Then, trying not to die from pulmonary fibrosis took so much energy, I couldnt even stay awake in front of the computer to edit and upload new clips. My nearly 2,000 subscribers probably hate me now. I cant sit up for more than 45 minutes without blowing out the new, fragile transplanted tissue and maybe losing my leg. You may not notice it, but I do. I can hardly get used to my strange new face...looking like a starving refuge. My son said they had to roll me over on the operating table to wire, screw and chain my hip back into one piece so the ball of my femur will stay in the socket and rotate. This was on my second surgery, July 22, they dropped my face on the table or something. I woke up with 2 fat lips and a hole in my chin where my bottom teeth pushed through. Ill get used to my new face I guess. My sad eyes are the worst. They wont lie. God help me, I just got to buckle down, practice my guitar, get back to work on videos and make myself happy, dammit.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 22:27:52 +0000