Writing blog posts is probably something that I shouldnt be doing within days of a heart attack

I was quite gone, there, for a few days. I scared the crap out of a few of you who read this stuff, and for that, I apologise. Grindelwald, you can stop refreshing the blog every fifteen seconds, I am okay and getting some of my brain function back.

I am healing. The scars where I tried to rip my heart out are scabbed over (I am just lucky I had trimmed my nails to practice guitar the day before, or I might have actually been able to get down to the gristle before they whacked me with the morphine bye-bye juice) and have been keeping busy making homemade blowgun ammo. (no, it isn't craziness, it is simply a task that is physically undemanding and mentally challenging, which is exactly what I need to get my brain up and running again.)

To everybody who thinks my internal-conflict shamanic self-explanation for the heart attack is wrong, pointless or a kind of denial, I thank you for your concern, but I deal with things better in my own paradigm than in yours, and when i get stressed (and this really does qualify) I kind of forget that I have to translate Shaman-lizard into Human for some of you to understand.

I wrote a LOT of stuff in that first post-attack ramble that I did not intend to spill out onto the internet, and i am glad of my choice to make this a strictly pseudonymous place, but it is oddly comforting to know that there is a concrete record of my own twisted response to this mess that I can always refrence, and more importantly, can never again hide from.

Sunlight, even pseudonymous sunlight (Partly cloudy?) is the best disinfectant

Lizard