A steady diet of gatorade and salt

Seriously, that is what my cardiologist reccomends for me at this time in my life...more gatorade and a hell of a lot more salt. When was the last time a cardiologist told you to increase the salt in your diet. It's like a neurologist asking you to bash your head into your bedpost 3 times a day for the rest of your life. It doesn't make sense but I am happy to oblige with some pretzels and saltine crackers (saltines remind me of being sick when I was really young, as it was the only thing my mom would let me eat when I was sick...like you needed to know that).

I have almost completely healed from my head incident, I only get slightly dizzy as I lay down now as opposed to insanely dizzy. It's the small victories that get you through the day. I have been trying to keep myself busy by diving into work, which has been going fairly well. I still have more down time than I would like but at the end of the day I can't really complain about free time, as I have noticed most of you seem to be lacking it. Trust me, free time gives you time to think and that is a sure fire way to get in trouble.

I guess it is officially Halloween now, which is reassuring. I love Halloween, it might be my favorite holiday (Christmas is kinda meh). I stopped trick or treating around 12 but I still love to see everyone get dressed up and handing out candy is something I always loved. There is something ridiculous about taking one day a year to dress up as anything you want, from a hero to a fear to something batshit insane. Halloween is commercialized like other holidays but something about celebrating fear always intrigued me, that and the amazing amount of horror movies that get put on TV around this time is kick ass. I love me some Freddy Krueger.

Ok, it is way past my bedtime...later.

Head Troubles

I know the last entry was about my medical issues but I just can't resist fucking myself up. I passed out on Sunday and hit my head extremely hard, which caused me to be in the hospital up until this afternoon. The official diagnosis was a contusion, something I am used to, and the explination behind my passing out is unknown. No one basically has any idea why I keep passing the hell out and it is starting to annoy me a bit. Ok, I need to go lie down...I will finish this later.