Sliced my thigh open, needless to say it (death) didn’t happen. It (the experience of slicing myself open) was fun, loved itt! A wonderful rush, some drugs, some stitches and I’ve been healed (praise the lord!). Didn’t hit anything important I suppose but it’s whatever. I’m thankful for the experience. I’ve grown from it. Wheee I’m done.
Ya’ll are some beautiful souls.
Didn’t even get to meet god.
Hospital bills are a rip off.