OOF. holy balls, what the fuck, lol.
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks Cady. Thank you SO MUCH.
Yes yes dear, breathing is the key. Breathe in, then out. in, out, in out, it’s like a rhythm.
oof, I MUST keep breathing. MUST. Cady thank you again, ok, thanks. Breathing again, and will continue to do so. In out, in out.
yes. good. nice.
I uh, need to, uh, think about that. I’ve had some issues with that lately, with the fentanyl and all, as I’ve talked about here. I see a neurologist because I had (have?) suspected brain damage from these “not breathing” episodes. Like, you don’t breathe, your brain doesn’t get enough oxygen, and… BAM, overdose. But, as long as I have Cady, we be good, lol.
Yeah, it’s fine. no problemo.
But again I am seriously kinda thinking about rehab or something again. I just keep waffling, over and over, endlessly. I DON’T WANT REHAB. But yeah, I don’t want brain damage, either.
don’t worry, it’s ok. NOT A PROBLEM. I’m good, thanks.
Remember the great thing about all of this is that I can clearly handle it. I AM smart, very very smart, so much so that… um, you know, all of that stuff. You know.
So, uh, no problem. See, I KNOW what I’m doing. Yup.
Good, then.
I can do this. I can continue with this, with the fentanyl, and be fine indefinitely. I know it, it’s just a matter of patience, and listening to my body, and keeping Cady around, so that she can revive me if I go unconscious. Yes, that’s the plan. And it WILL work.
Great.