So this cleaning lady comes by, kinda attractive, nice and asking how I'm doing, and I'm watching TV with my legs kinda curled and one knee up... And after she left, I realized that my nuts were showing and she had a great view. Cuz I'm in this hospital gown... 😂 oops

Hospitals suffer from a distinct lack of good engineering.

If anyone ever suggests milk of magnesia for constipation, tell them to shove it. Shit tastes like... shit. Literally. I'm dizzy.

One cool thing to emerge from this hospitalization is that I've confirmed my theory and the effectiveness of my strategy for treating kidney disease. I'm not here for that, but they told me my filtration rate us 93% - one year ago, it was under 70%. I have literally accomplished the impossible, according to medical science. It wasn't even all that hard. Strangely, my doctor didn't recognize the significance after I explained it.

So I'm sitting here in this hospital bed, wondering if they'll ever transfer me to rehab (insurance apparently thinks a guy who had a stroke and can't walk doesn't need rehab) and watching The Simpsons... And I just realized that Kristy the Clown and Homer are the same person, in dome kind of schizo way. They look exactly the same. How did I miss that for the decade of my childhood when I watched The Simpsons every day?

Thank you, everyone. I can't respond to all - my eyes go Cross-eyed and I start seeing double, and I'm basically at my limit for keeping them open already. Thank you thank you thank you, I'll recover, I'm sure if it. 🙏 View quoted note →

Had a stroke. I'm very lucky it wasn't too bad. Still in hospital, please pray for me.

🤔 one can only choose between having real problems or imaginary ones. The imaginary ones are worse.

🤔 what is anger, really? Isn't it when the world didn't play how you wanted it to? What is desire? Its when you turn a thing into an object, which you possess. First you possess it in your mind, which is really a kind of virtual theft, because you're taking the object that might not have been an object and might not know its been objectified, but you're taking it... And then the game is, you take it for real. And so there's this sequence that has to play out, which initiates immediately upon the manifestation of a desire. First the thing must be within reach, for the fantasy to pull you in. Then it must be attainable. Then it must remain in character long enough for your expectations to reach some kind of satisfaction. Then your attention is captured by some other desire. And so you go through life, grasping at desires, using them, becoming angry if these objects deviate from your expectations too far, and generally unconscious of the reasons things happen, or only conscious so far as the utility consciousness affords to the quest to attain the thing. Wouldn't real peace be to accept things as the really are, instead of imposing this whole game on them? Could you shift from a world of utility and function to a world of being? And if, somehow, you got the idea that the purpose of life is to find some way to serve, instead of being served, then wouldn't the first step to actually do it be to just see things as they are?