DLC

Chapter Twelve

Meeting Death

After attending computer studies at college on a part-time basis for a little, 1-2 courses here and there. I decided it was time to try to get on with my life and attend school full-time.

Cue my mother entering the scene.

My mom isn't exactly someone I'm allowed to say no to.

Normally before starting school semester's growing up we'd go to the States side of the Niagra Falls to do back to school shopping.

This time however, Mom had gotten the three of us an appointment to get our Nexus card.

I tried to disagree but she insisted we HAVE to get our Nexus cards', it'll make our lives so much easier every time we cross the border.

I was just starting school again full-time, and now I was getting yanked out of the first or second week of classes to go to the States for 'shopping' and more mandatory parent set appointments.

I was pissed. This was honestly the most deep, profound anger I'd ever experienced in my entire life. I wasn't slightly mad or snippy or chirpy with them. I was mad to an extent I've never felt, and I was calm about it towards them.

We went, we did our appointments, we went shopping in the States, I got a Nexus card.

These two moments haunt me because I can't figure out who to attribute the blame.

Back to School

I was immediately behind in all my classes that 2-3 day difference. I was perpetually playing catch-up but I was determined not to quit.

It just sort of happened one day out of nowhere.

The saying about when you fall off a horse, get back on. I left for the movie theatre for the night showing.

People are going to look back at this, I look back at this in disbelief wondering could I make this up. I believe I alone got the true view of watching Joker.

I was standing by the rug at the top of the stairs where all my shoes were, about to put on a pair of shoes.

I dropped, I landed on Biggs water bowl the 1st time.

I must of choked on my tongue, I don't know how I pulled out of that.

I got up, didn't get far, and dropped a 2nd time towards the laundry room on the boundary towards the kitchen.

I knew I needed something in my system, went back my bedroom in the adjacent room but around because that door is blocked. Passed out the third time gently on my bed.

I'm in full panic mode I don't want to keep dropping like this. I make it to the shower with the salty chips and candies, it was a survival instinct that's what my brain screamed at me to get into my system.

End of Death Scene

My tongue was numb for the better part of a week after all this. I felt especially frail for a long time after this. I'm ok, but things have never really been the same sense.

Right around the corner...

I took cabin fever to a whole other level. When people were complaining around the year mark, I was already past 10 years cooped up inside a room by myself.

I had to drop out of college.

Besides being unable to currently do the school work, I was weak enough and with COVID flaring, from what I heard on the news I'd be more susceptible to the virus.