September 28th, 2008. The first week in the hospital.
October 3rd, 2008: I saw a lot of this view. This is one of the doctors most directly responsible for saving my life. His pockets contained more than most briefcases do.
October 14th, 2008: After awhile, I started to look like the tangle of wires behind your computer.
October 21st, 2008: Shortly after open heart surgery.
September-October: A shotglass of pure protein. Nasty tasting shit.
October 31st, 2008: To celebrate Halloween, I lost half of my hair.
November 5th, 2008: Once I got to Rehab, I was allowed to wear real clothes again.
November 6, 2008: Chicks dig scars. But they don't dig fresh wounds doused in iodine, for some reason.
November 27th, 2008: After two months of not walking, and a weird illness, my feet and hands started sloughing off dead skin like it was going out of style. Of course, it never was in style in the first place, but try telling my limbs that.
December 18th, 2008: I got out of the hospital. Then they sent me back in again. By then, the beard was out of control.
January 7th, 2009: The only prize I won.
January 10th, 2009: Just because I almost died doesn't mean I can't look ridiculous for 24 hours.