Thursday, May 24, 2012

Gah! I'm a lazy bitch. Sorry.

Someone should still be reading this.

I hope.

So here is what has been happening in a nutshell. I have been busy as fuck, but in a lazy way. I do an art show once a month, so I work on stuff constantly for that in between hospital stays, hospital visits, sister popping out kids (happening today), my child breaking both of her arms, random trips to Disney and entertaining the masses with my wit and snark on Facebook. See? Lots to do. And all while I am dying.

Wait! What? Dying?


I have been given 3-6 months to live by the cardiologial know-it-alls. My cardiologist was speaking to me in past tenses during my last appointment all while wearing a look of frustrated disappointment. That sucked. They want to put me on anti-rejections and get the whole transplant process started. Pfffft. Fuck that. I am upright and breathing most days, and can be a mother to my child, where as the drugs will make me practically comatose.

I can't live like that.

So here I am. Alive today. Blogging today. About to become an aunt today for the 8th time. Each day is precious at this point, but I am not going to let dying interfere with my living. Period.

Now, on a lighter note! I have a fucking hangover. From one drink last night. Sonofabitch.

I'm a pansy-assed lightweight I guess. But a pansy-assed lightweight that was feeling just un-lazy enough to blog again.



ChiTown Girl said...

Oh, Leigh, I'm so sorry about this prognosis. I will be praying for you.

How in the HELL did Punk break BOTH arms?!? I MUST know the story!

Congrats on the new baby!

I really hope you can fit in more blogging now. I want to keep tabs on you, Lady!

Eh, then again, knowing you, you're just going to be too lazy to die!


One Reader said...

Rock on with your living! Hope the heart holds out forever just to screw with those know-it-all doctors.


I'm just now getting around to catching up on blog posts, and I saw this one and wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about and rooting for my fellow queen of snark. :) Here's hoping cardiologists are like weathermen--always really, really, really off the mark. I don't pray, but I do have a little section of my rather warped brain devoted to sending out happy thoughts, well-wishes, and good vibes to kickass people, so look out--they're comin' your way! Keep tickin', chickie--the world needs your kind of moxie.