Was very ill, woke up to vomit and made it to the sink. Thought about rinsing it and go back to bed, but felt like I should turn the light on. Did, and it was full of blood. If I'd gone back to bed I would've bled to death in my sleep. I got a fun ride to the hospital at 2am. Luckily that bleed finally got me onto the transplant list. And 2 years later I got my nice pre owned piece of liver. September 30th will be my 8th liverversary! Yay!

"If you were a tree what kind of tree would you be?"

I was already done with the interview. my answer:

"The one that's in the part of the park where no dogs are allowed and I can't get p*ssed on".

Sounds weird, but joining the Army. Even did two combat tours. I grew up in a trailer park in Oklahoma, lots of m**h, kids around me were getting hooked on the stuff, getting in trouble with the law, etc. I decided to just not have friends the last couple years of high school and pass with decent grades. Joined the Army and was in basic 3 days after graduation, Iraq 5 months later. Got out and got a degree in Business with no student loans and now have an incredible job, two houses, wife, dog all that. My step dad is dead from opioids, stepbrother died early 30s and stepsister is now a 36 year old grandma. Without the military and getting the f**k out of the trailer park, not sure if I would be much different.

Transitioning. Life is worth it now.

I listened to my cat. She was stretched out in my lap sleeping panther style while I had dozed off in a chair at about 11:30 pm. All of the sudden she jumped up, which woke me up, and stared over my shoulder at the back door with her mouth agape and eyes dilated. She really looked scared so I went to investigate and startled a tall man, late 20s, in my laundry room. He had just picked the lock to enter the back door. I pivoted and ran barefoot out the front door to a neighbor who called the police. Eight police officers arrived silent approach within a minute but the intruder had already bolted. My cat gave me about a ten second jump on the intruder rather than him having the jump on sleeping me. I shudder to think what would have happened if my cat hadn’t warned me. The police asked if the intruder had a backpack — which he didn’t— so he wasn’t there to steal. My kitty is now 22 years old and I gratefully dote on her every whim.