I nearly died.
Somehow I got a Staph infection in my urinary tract that got into my blood and nearly killed me. Staph is all over the place but a male urinary tract is a closed affair. If I’d been getting catheterized a lot it could have been a dirty catheter, but that wasn’t the case. Somehow it got in there and nearly killed me.
My airhead soon to be ex wife didn’t catch it as soon as she should’ve. Saturday night I was crawling around the bedroom floor out of my head. My piss was coffee colored. I don’t hold it against her that she got airheaded even in a life and death situation. I just wished she’d been airheaded a few more hours and I would’ve been dead as hell Sunday morning.
Dying that way wasn’t so bad. If she’d just let it alone it would’ve solved both our problems.
I used to be so afraid of dying I knew I was too cowardly to commit suicide. Now…