Second Chances.

A Man’s Got Needs!

If you ask a guy called Maslow he’d tell you all you need to live is air, water, food, shelter and sleep. Most people would include clothing in that list but I’m very pro a clothing optional lifestyle (not for me, no-one would want to look at that, just for all the attractive people, whatever your definition of attractive may be).

Sadly, these days, the fact of the matter is life is way more complicated than that. I mean just look at the internet and see the number starving children, kittens getting stuck in trees and insanely high number of step sisters getting stuck head first in laundry appliances.

And then we get to the really complicated stuff like, trying to sleep with your surprisingly well developed and open minded babysitter (who, strangley enough always seems to have turned 18 in the last week or so) and then effort involved in managing to get your smokeshow of a wife involved in the festivities.

But it’s not just fun and games at home. These days everyone talks about work/life balance. The difficulties there are obvious. I mean it’s a lot of work for you girls constantly blowing your husbands boss under his desk to keep your husband employed. But you know the thing they never tell you, How hard is is to send coherent texts to your husband/boyfriend while the aforementioned boss is absolutely pounding you in ass from behind. Autocorrect is hard enough without all the extra movement. And don’t get me started on watching those videos your other half sends of him busting a nut everywhere while the boss rails you. If the pounding and the resultant cumming would just stop for 30secs you might actually be able to watch it properly and think about somthing other than this massively huge, usually black, cock currently splitting you open and spraying a firehose like volume of baby juice inside your various holes.

But as hard as it is, for the most part it works out. Evrryone is happy, those that want to be full of cum are, and those that want to be empty of cum are too. Everyone lives happyily and stickly ever after. (Because lets be honest, for the most part the serious shit is left for other mediums and formats to deal with)

But we all have one single thing in common, we all live on this rock. And just like your wife after you get a little too much fun out of fucking your newly 18yo baby sister in the arse this rock we live on can sometimes be a straight up bitch.

Nature. Straight Up Bitch.

I’m sure there’s a pretty obvious period joke in there somewhere but I’ll leave it and suffice to say that the bitchiness lasted over a week and resulted in a shitload of water that was once elsewhere coming from the sky and falling on a rather small area of the rock in a rather short amount of time. Add the fact that there’s a few rivers near where we live and we get…

This is near where I live.

See those spots of green. Well that was pretty much how our house was. Fortunately it exists on a slight rise, not even enough to be called a hill, until it floods and then as man have been saying since the dawn of time… Every inch matters.

The rain lasted a week and it took the best part of another week for the flood waters to subside and for us to actually be able to access where the house was.

Initially we thought we’d been insanely lucky and everything seemed fine. Sadly that wasn’t the case and there were a number of things we had to deal with in the aftermath, not the least of which was all the snakes and spiders and other things that had taken refuge in our house while we were away.

Internet returned relatively quickly thanks to mobile internet etc. and fortunately the computer equiqment had survived for the most part.

It was about a week or so later we started discovering things that werent right. Long story short there was a heap of stuff that needed to be fixed (as apparently is fairly common in these cases so I now know) Fortunately there were plenty of places to get help. And eventually things got fixed and everything kinda returned to normal.

Normality Ensues, Until It Doesn’t

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago we had just started to get back into routine after all the disruptions and then we’d had some school holidays that are always chaotic, made even moreso by family visiting.

I’d fallen asleep on the lounge watching a movie. Woke up early in the morning needing to pee (old man problems) got up to go do so and noticed I was a little wobbly. Put it down to being half asleep. Pee’d and went back to bed. When it was time to get up I got up and immediately things felt odd. Just stuff felt out of whack. Wobbliness was still there. I definitely didn’t feel myself.

Turns out.. I’d had a stroke.

Ended up in hospital for a week. Lots of testing, my first MRI (which was a very weird experience to say the least) and a bunch of people poking and prodding me trying to work out exzctly what went wrong.

About 10 years ago my father had a stroke, his was much more major than mine. and he lost use of his right arm. Generally speaking he’s OK, he can communicate and eat and things like that and considering the nature and severity of his stroke he was really lucky.

I got even more lucky. By the time I was admitted and returned from the CT scan my symptoms were improving. And that trend has continued. There’s a few things still lingering but all things considered I’m very lucky.

A recurring theme during the hospital stay was how things would need to change and even during the first couple of days when I wasn’t doing much more than sitting around waiting for my next test, my thoughts obviously turned towards how things might change.

But as the famous expression goes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And I realised while I was sitting there planning how my life might look after all this played out there were a few things that kept popping up in my head. Whilst there were a few things that seeemd to fade to the back and I didn’t think about much there were other things that were forefront of mind.

This was one of those things.

The other thing that struck me was once I was moved from emergency into the hospital and given a bed. I was moved into a “stroke ward” all the other patients has suffered stroke to some varying degree and were there because they needed closer monitoring than other patients.

Seeing some of those other people and how their strokes had affected them was both enlightening and scary. The phrase “there but for the grace of god, go I” came to mind at least a couple of times.

Moving Forward (even if we are a bit wobbly).

Whilst I joked about needs at the start. We do all have needs, usually more than we can manage. That’s where the priorities come in and with them all the complication… it’s like a survival video game, do you go for the food first or for the shelter, or even the weapons to protect yourself cause there’s always something trying to kill you (sometimes it’s even your own body).

What this has meant as far as you guys go, is that MY priorities are changing and for you that’s going to be good. because this has become one of them, near the top of the list. I’m sure life will try it’s best to get in the way at times, and that may slow things but wont change the priorities.

But when you’ve been slapped in the face with mortality and possibly permanent disbaility. It changes your perspective a little.

I relaise I might not have a long as I think to finish things, so time to focus on what matters, to me at least. And this does matter to me. Might seem odd, but for whatever reason it does.

It’s taken me a week or so to work up to things, so I’m operating at normal speed whilst using the computer. But I’m going to take a day or two cactching up with exactly where i am an trying to resolve any issues people are having then it’s full speed ahead.

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Until Next Time

-SK