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Hey, thanks to all the people who have been so great about my dad and his illness.
It all sucks in a rather large way.
But I think maybe it sucks a tiny bit less than I thought it was sucking recently.
As it stands now, my dad is not (yet) in palliative care.
That’s the good news.

But he is still in the hospital. That’s 6 weeks and counting. And that is either good or bad, depending on how much of a long term view you are taking.
My dad has COPD and that pretty much bollocks up his breathing. He is wearing a mask pretty constantly these days.
The doctors and the physio’s at the hospital want to get him up and get him moving, but they can’t because his O2 levels drop so low when they try to get him to move around.
I don’t know what’s going to happen.
Hopefully I will be able to zip up there one of these days.

I don’t know what else to say.

Except things in the life of Spike are still fucked up in many ways. I feel like I spend way too much time dealing with hard crap in every angle of my life and I don’t get enough fun.
So, if you are in my life and you want to hang out and have fun, I am all over that.
But if you are in my life and you are gonna be a some kind of goof, then fuck ya.
I am so sick and tired of dealing with hard crap and pain and more crap.
I am digging in my heels and I will not stop until this little merry-go-round comes to a stop.
You wanna ride along, hop on, and be some kind of sweet and some kind of fun, and some kind of kind.

Giddy-up!