Eventually the White Whale resurface

I've been away from here for a few weeks. The good news is that my guts seem to be behaving much better than the ace over the last few months, but no step forward comes without another life crippling health pitfall. The main reason I have left this blog sit for a minute is because I have coping with intense expression and a shortage of energy in general. Not only did I feel like I had nothing of interest to share with you, I barely have much to tell you that wouldn't just be an onslaught of pathetic complaints. However, I feel like breaking my silence.

Upcoming medical events,: a 4 hour MRI on March 5h, which is also my 31st birthday. I am starting to make lemonade out of the lemons, but it was a bit of a harsh blow when I first got the news. On the 8th, I go back to the endocrinologist and will get the final date for popping this bitch out of my nose. The down time between now and then is difficult and through it all, I have really exuded unfamiliar yet severe
symptoms that have really made my life incredible difficult.

My sleep schedule is a mystery. I seem to always get close to eight hours, but they are in odd intervals and at different times. Dealing with people is incredible challenging. I feel constantly paranoid and I have little to no threshold to hammering out I difficult conversations, which leads to lashing out or withdrawing from people who are doing their best to be there for me and offer support. While forever thank any and everyone who handed out a hand for me. If I had any sort of negative interaction with you over the last couple of weeks or monthes, please accept my deepest apologies. I am not the dude I used to be. I am hoping to return to the life I lived back in June.

I had a great weekend and I plan on sharing it with you later today because the Xanax is really starting to step up it's game. I'd like to thank Chloe and Daniel, Zola and Jeremy, Kiki, Dustin, Chris Gross, Sonya, Jackie, Cassie, Jimmy Jazz, Wino and Becky, Mom, and last but not definitely least, my roommate family Sunshine, Greg, and Nina. You have all helped my morale get out of the toilet.

To be continued.......

"Let the pissing begin!" - My Mother

So I just took my last piss in a toilet for the next twenty four hours. All piss related endeavors have now moved from the commode to an orange bottle. We will be documenting how often and full the bottle gets, any interesting beverages consumed, friends stopping by to say hello, and answering the question that just occurred to me as I was peeing:

How am I going to pull this while I'm dropping a deuce?

And away we go!

The Take Over, The Break's Over...Oh Yeah! Piss!

So today began medical bullshit, 2011 edition, endocrinologist remix. However, I feel though this time the bullshit is going to be a minimum and the results are going to finally come. So here's what we know as of today.

My insurance is good to go.
My testosterone, as well as a few of my other pituitary gland related hormones aren't right.
I get a bunch more blood tests Friday morning.
I get an MRI of my head in the next two weeks.

and last, but certainly not least, I GET TO COLLECT MY PISS FOR 24 HOURS!

Starting Thursday at 8am, I wake up, piss in a toilet, then flush. From then on, every drop of my golden, sacred urine goes into a giant red jug for the next 24 hours. So, because I am a giant child, I am going to document as much of this as I can on this blog as well as my tumblr, caffeineorme.tumblr.com. I am taking suggestions on different liquids I should drink (I'm not drinking bodily fluids, well...some may be up for debate), as well as live updates on how full the bottle is, and good thing I copped that iPhone four, BECAUSE WERE MAKING VIDEOS BITCH!

Expect to be creeped out and to hear killer jams in the background while I piss into the same bottle for 24 hours while different friends come over and offer moral support or just try and fuck with me while I piss in a jar. Friday at 8am, I take my last piss, then head over to the lab (the real lab, not like the studio lab) drop off the piss and then let some grumpy lady stick needles in my arm again, take a few gallons of blood to be spun, again, and then wait to see what that's all about. Over the next few days I find out when I get MRI'ed, and then they see what's fucking up my manhood.


So please email all beverage suggestions to imalwaystiredallthetime@gmail.com

PISS!