Greetings my faithful followers, friends, and fellow kinksters,
I took some time off from my kinky lifestyle after whore disappeared from my life. I tried to get back in the swing of things by finding a new submissive. Ha!! That didn't work well. All the boys (and I do not use the word lightly) that contacted me were immature game players. I finally got fed up, and left the party.
Well, now I'm back. I still don't have a submissive, and that's okay with me. I still get contacted by immature children, but they don't get very far with me. I discovered how precious my time is, and how much I don't want to waste it, was when I almost lost my life this past February. "WHAT!!!!" you say. Keep reading.
At the end of February I went into the hospital for gastric bypass surgery. During the surgery on of my lungs filled up with fluid. They immediately put a a tube in my trachea, and put me on a breathing pump, while the surgeon decided to give me a gastric sleeve (75% of my stomach was removed, and to date, I have lost over 70 pounds). Afterward I was placed in a drug induced coma... I woke up two and a half weeks later in ICU.
During the coma, and for two and a half weeks after, I was plagued nightly by drug induced nightmares. Also, all my muscles atrophied to a point where I could no longer move my body, including my legs. While in the coma, and for the 7 weeks after it,I had daily physio therapy. Finally, once I was able to get up and walk (with my walker) without assistance, I went home on April 8th. I swear, if they didn't let me go that day, would have left anyway. I was done.
I hope you are all well, and that life is treating you kind.
