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bio: stu
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1/25/2009
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Hospital

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My Time In The Hospital: In Photos
September 18th, 2008: A week before hospitalization. 40 pounds thinner than normal.
I was no longer really capable of getting dressed on a regular basis.

September 28th, 2008. The first week in the hospital.
By this point, I was on oxygen, and had a couple of tubes in me.

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.
Plug in, tune in, far out.

October 21st, 2008: Shortly after open heart surgery.
Note the I.V. inserted into my neck. I hated that shit.

September-October: A shotglass of pure protein. Nasty tasting shit.
As thick as snot, and just as tasty.

October 31st, 2008: To celebrate Halloween, I lost half of my hair.
I also hadn't showered in over a month.

November 5th, 2008: Once I got to Rehab, I was allowed to wear real clothes again.
I listened to my iPod a whole lot.

November 6, 2008: Chicks dig scars. But they don't dig fresh wounds doused in iodine, for some reason.
It looks worse than it is. Mostly it just itches.

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.
Not uncomfortable, just unnerving.

December 18th, 2008: I got out of the hospital. Then they sent me back in again. By then, the beard was out of control.
I could really use a shower right about now.

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.
How do hipster douchebags manage to wear something so stupid looking for more than a day?

January 19th, 2009: Finally I am home.
Yes, that's a halo, thank you for asking.






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