Not Dead Yet...

I am slowly learning to adapt to life without certain things that should come standard in one's birth package with limited suffering.

That's the whole thing, living without suffering. If it comes to it, I would rather die.

There have been rays of light.

I started attending classes at the Chicago Lighthouse For The Blind and have learned to pass myself off as not having a sight impairment. I don't go many places but to there and the Science Building of a city college I enrolled in last fall to recertify my expired Cisco certifications. That turned into a job and it is needed because I spend most of my time horribly alone.

I don't hold onto hope anymore. I just keep busy. With all of the other medical issues I have going on, if I can keep a schedule about myself, I won't realize that I'm probably wilting away.

The cool thing about being sick and nearly dead is that no one requires an opinion from you.

I am no longer caught up in that worldly shit of politics, high crimes, misdemeanors and fashion. That eliminates some of the suffering.

I just wish I didn't have to do it alone.