I had a good 11 day run.
And I refuse to go to the ER. I’d rather die.
So I’m going to gulp down a RedBull, take my pills (i have abortive measures), sit in the hot tub and then suck up some O2 from my great big tank, set at about…oh…15. For seven minutes.
If that doesn’t work, I have my own little hype kit.
But I. AM. NOT. going to the ER.
I’d rather be dead.
Goodbye, cruel world.