October 16, 2005
I'll need a couple of days to get all my shit in one sock, but once I do, I won't be posting for a while. I'll try to keep the blog active, but it will take a little help from my friends.
During the Georgia-Vanderbilt game today, I walked into my kitchen to get a glass of ice water (YES--- ICE WATER). I had a brownout, hit the floor and woke up in a puddle of cold water and broken glass. I couldn't get up without crawling over to a table and using it as a crutch to get back on my feet.
That's it for me. I made a phone call and I'm checking myself into a hospital. I told them that I could probably be there Wednesday, but I need somebody to pay my bills when they come and watch my house while I'm gone. I'll be away for a while.
I also need to go to the bank and swap some funds around, because I don't believe that my insurance will pay a dime of my costs, and these people want a lot of money right up-front. That's okay. I can do it.
I'm gonna get dried out, unfucked, and see what my options are with the bone problem I have. I can't just sit here and fester anymore.
Between tomorrow and Monday, I believe that I can take care of all the logistical problems. If that works out as planned, I'll pack on Tuesday, and check in on Wednesday. I'll be gone at least a month.
If nothing else, they'll pump me full of nutrients and stop me from being so weak in the knees. But they WON'T allow me to blog. I have a couple of people who agreed to post letters I write (I can write all the letters I want to write-- just no phone calls) and they'll stir the coals for me while I'm out of action.
Once I have everything lined out, I'll post the address of where I'll be staying. You can't call me, but you can write, and I would appreciate that.
I've GOT to do this.
Good. Glad to hear it. I'll write!
Good for you ... glad to hear it ... will miss reading you everyday, but well worth the missing for you to get fixed up
I ain't got spellcheck on my pen and paper. Hell, ain't wrote a real letter in about umpteen years. This should be interesting. I'll write as soon as I get home so you'll get the Irish stamp. Go with my thoughts in the meantime.
Boruch Hashem!!! (that's Jewish for thank God) This is the best news I've heard in a long time. I could send you letters in the mail?
Get me the snail mail address, Rob - I'll write.
Glad to hear you decided to take care of yourself, Acidman. I'm pulling for you to get better. I'm not much for letters but you might get a post card or two.
All the best.
You just made my day! I am so thrilled. I was reading some of your old postings about Quinton and how much a boy needs his Dad and I just couldn't believe you would leave him without a fight.
All day today I had ominous feelings and I guess I knew you were reaching a point of no return. I hope your physicians are able to get you going (I wouldn't say this if I hadn't faced it but talk to them about illness induced depression).
We will be thinking of you Rob, and will write if you share an address.
Bless you, Library Lady
I am glad to hear that you are finally attempting to reach a state of un-fuck-ed-up-ness. My wife and I went to a wake tonight. We honored our friend, but I would rather have been trading shots with our friend.
You, sir, are not my friend. (I would not so presume.) You are an asshole. But in general, you are MY kind of asshole, and, given the opportunity, I would hope to be friends one day. (Pardon me, I have been to a wake, and am inebriated, per se, and somewhat blunt.)
You are my kind of asshole, and the planet spins more smoothly for your participation. You are an excellent writer, and I hope to see much more of your arrogance in the future.
I have mourned three this year, and am too young for this shit. Kindly do not give me a fourth.
I got lots of ink in my pen old buddy. You'll get cursed with it when you publish your address (I buy lots of stamps, never got used to e-mail).
wow, rob...so happy to hear it. you take care of you now and you know your true friends will do whatever you ask. fantastic, my friend. you made my day!!
Rob, I know that you do not believe, but my prayers will go with you. I am glad that you are going to get better. I will pray for the best for you! And, I will drop you a line! Hugs to you!
Good for you, bruddah. You lead, I'll follow.
Oh, and welcome to hell...
Typing this with tears in my eyes....I am so relieved to see that you are going to get some help! I am really rooting for you and I know you are going to make it now. Been thinking about you off and on all day. Just had these vibes that something was going to happen. I can almost hear all of your readers breathing sighs of relief along with me!
Hang in there, I need you breathin till next year at least!
Good luck dude. We have more in common than I first realized, and I hope you get things squared away for yourself . Its hard work--I know. Forget about the blogging if you can't enjoy living. I look forward to reading your work again
Glad to hear you're getting sorted at last. I'll be waiting for you to come back, as funny and irrascible as ever.
All the best Rob.
Good luck, I hope they figure out what' the problem is and have you back home healthy blogging again ASAP.
Glad to hear that you're going to take care of youself. Even if it means I've gotta wait another month for that damn bumpersticker.
It's okay, I'll wait.
Let us know how it's going and get back as soon as you can.
I'm not going to promise to write, but hell, it may happen.
Good for you Rob. We all care. You dont know me from a bar of soap, but I'll write too.
All the very best. Wishing you well.
Bravo .... it takes a real man to face the things he hates (and perhaps fears) the most.
Okay man, you have made the first step. I'm with you and have been there and done that myself. Take care and keep the faith in yourself. I'll write when you give us an address.
All the best to you, and good on you. I too have lost too many and hope they can fix you up. I'll try to write, too.
... good luck, Rob... if anyone can hang tough, it is you...
Oh, I'm so glad you're taking this step Rob. Good for you and for all of us, friends and strangers, who have become so inexplicably fond of you.
I know we'll all be thinking of you every day, even though most of us won't write that often. You can count on a card or two a week from me. And by the time you get out, you'll be healthier than most of us and can start lecturing us on lifestyle choices. Won't that be fun?
Good luck with everything and expect to be doing quite a bit of reading; I'm sure you'll receive quite a few letters...
Much love & best wishes from up north...
Why don't they have wireless internet access in hospitals? They have a bizzillon dollars worth of hi-tech shit scattered about, and no access for patients who need a web-fix. And we pay how much for this abuse?
So .... get better, bud.
Well! It's about fucking time!! And people say praying doesn't help! Hah!! Good for you, dude. Will try and write.......................
'exhale'.........now....with your 'help'....i'm starting to look at my own socks 'n shit....
and, i WILL write......
I'm glad to see you are going to start taking care of yourself, Rob. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it!
Good Luck Rob. Sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom (or nearly so) before we do what we must.
Procrastination is an avoidance of pain, as lets face it, all of us procrastinate in order to avoid something we find unpleasant or painful.
But I am glad to hear you are biting down hard and doing the right thing.
I am far far far from a Bible thumper, however I do know that the good Lord didnt put us on this earth to suffer unneedlessly, and I think your dear departed Momma is up there, calling in all her favors from the big guy, and she asked Him to make her stubborn as a mule son get his cracker ass to the docs.
All the prayers (for you) are working, as this is a great first step.
Its sort of like George (Jimmy Stewart) in Its A Wonderful Life....and although you cant see or hear YOUR Guardian angel, you do have one....and perhaps its your Momma thats trying to "earn her wings"....eh?
Good luck Rob. Don't forget to post the address so we can write.
Money in the bank isn't worth shit if YOU are in a casket.
Get well if you can, and go down fighting if you can't.
Waiting for you to put up that snail mail addy.
Expect an instalaunch dead tree style!
The best to you, and may the physicians help you onto the healing path.
Just Damn! - And very good to read that you're going to take care of yourself.
Go ahead, publish the snail-mail address - I'll send you a rude get-well card.
Looking forward to seeing you at the next blog-meet I can get to.
Good luck man, I'm glad you're doing this. I know you don't believe in a hereafter so you might as well enjoy the here and now if you can. Hell, you just set up your recording studio, so effing record.
All the best.
Best wishes from Down Under, Rob.
Summer is coming here, and I'll send you some pix of the great Scarborough Beach Half Rubber Team (only those in bikinis, relax)
The team did not exist before Gutrumbles showed us how to play.
Good luck, mate.
Good for you, Rob. You've beaten everything life has thrown at you so far -- beat this, too.
Best news I've had in eons.
Might not be appropriate, but I'll raise a toast to your success this evening.
Fight the fucker, Rob. It's the Acidman thing to do. Fight it and win.
And I'm looking forward to that snail mail addy. I'll mail you some cool shit, too.
Sloop New Dawn
A-Man .. Thanks for clueing us in and taking the plunge. I'll watch for your temporary address, but you won't get a hand-written note from me; anymore they're illegible, but I do type. Best of luck. djs
good on ya , acidman. Git well soon, i hope the hospital stay is alright and the food don't kill ya!
Now the only thing you are doing wrong is checking into a hospital in Jawja, I figure you would recoupe much better in a little seaside place in Costa Rica ;)
Glad to hear you are taking care of things.
I am glad to hear it...but more so than any of us on this blog comment section, I know for a fact your daughter is. Sam I and had a nice talk about it and just because she's in Texas doesn't mean she doesn't need a dad! Thanks for doing this. For Sam, for Quinton and most importantly for YOU!!
Great going, A-man. Give it your best shot, and I wish you the best.
I'm so very glad to hear this. We'll be waiting for that address! Hang tough man, and know that there's so many people here who love you.
Although it comes as a disappointment to those of us who were looking forward to pumping nutrients up your rear end with a gunite machine.
Do whatever they tell you to do and don't worry about your blog or your A-man image.
I went through treatment 17 years ago and have been clean and sober ever since - by simply doing what they told me to do.
If drinking would solve any of my living problems, I would do it myself.
Unfortunately, drinking became the problem and not the solution.
Take care and don't worry about us.
Ditto all of the above, plus special granny stuff! Hang tough.
Took the cure myself 16 years ago. Best decision I ever made. Good luck.
I am so thankful for this news! I know you don't believe in prayers, but you're getting them anyway. Go ahead. Make a liar out of me. It would be the best thing that ever happened. I was hoping you still had some fight left in you. And hope springs infernal...
I wish you well, Rob. (Damn! It's good to be able to say that!)
Well, duh, Rob.
If you can't walk, you can't die at home. Unless you want to starve to death. Blech.
I don't think you're dying, anyway. Except as we all are. Nobody gets out of life alive, etc.
Glad to hear you're doing the right thing.
You don't know me, Rob, but I wish you well. When we get right down to it, we all have at least one major issue to deal with...probably a few minor ones as well. If we don't deal with them, they have a way of dealing with us. It's good you're not alone in your struggle..... just hope you don't get sidetracked by the energy of others and remember to 'keep your own counsel'. It'll be your greatest defense in this life. Wishing the best for you and your children.
I know very little of your predicament, but I understand your concerns about your responsibilities being fulfilled during your absence.
Laws designed to protect can also hinder when one is chosen to act in our stead.
I trust that your brother, an attorney you trust, can offer counsel regarading a limited/specific power of attorney to relieve you and the one you choose to handle your affairs of such worries.
I wish you well, Acidman, and will be one of many putting pen to paper to send future greetings.
Well thank God.
I'll be thinking of you. And you'll get some Yankee get well soon mail after you put up the snail mail address. Be strong!
Good news! I can't really say anything that hasn't been said already so, Good Luck!
Now, this is the Rob I have been reading allt his time. All the best to you!
You can do it!
We're all routing for you.
Meant "rooting for you" of course. But my typo is just an easy excuse to leave another comment with something I forgot to say: expect mail from the compound!
You make sure u have someone post your snail mail addy! Letter writing is a lost art, but one I still indulge in.
We're all pulling for u Rob.
I'm looking forward to having an excuse to write a snail mail. I'll even use my "good handwriting" (it comes from having to TEACH the damn stuff).
Take care, and set those ducks up in a very careful row.
I'm hoping they can give you some better pain relief that leaves you fully compos mentis. 'Cause I like the way you think, speak and write.
Take care, and Be Well
All good wishes.
I'm going to the nail salon tomorrow and getting the brightest red they've got put on my toes - just for you!!
Love and kisses!
That's my boy. Good luck, Rob.
"We're all routing for you."
"Meant 'rooting for you' of course."
Speak for yourself! I'm going to make a commemorative circular table in Acidman's honor, and that'll need a router!
Good on you, A. Damn shame it took this long, but I'm the same way: not until it's darn bad do I go to the doc.
Hope all goes well!
If you keep doing what you'll always done, you'll always get what you always got. At least you'll wind up where you're heading.
Maybe you don't see that you treat the people that are most important to you (like yourself) like Shit and you treat people you barely know wonderfully. I did it once too.
Drying out is an excellent idea. Get honest with yourself. Get to a meeting.
I'll write, if you want. I'll send pictures of my feet, if it'll relieve the rehab tedium for you. Just go...and come back well.
Best Wishes Rob! WE will miss your wit...but, it is good to hear you are going to take care of yourself!
Good call, Rob. I wish you well and look forward to your healthy return.
Rob- I belong to that elite group myself and it was the best thing that happened to me. We get there when we get there. My prayers and thoughts will be with you. Just don't come back a flaming "lib"! Just kidding. It's an honest program, afterall. Godspeed and know that we will be here when you come back home.
Best Got-Dam news I've heard all week.
SWMBO and I wish you the best, Rob - a speedy recovery. We know you can do it - and one day, I have no idea when, but one day - Quinton will thank you for it.
You're taking the steps I wish my father would have done. Best damn news I've seen in a long time. Lots of good thoughts coming your way and letters.
I agree with Eric, if anyone can tough it out, you can.
Great news, man that's great news.
Best wishes. After a week or so, you'll know why there's no Internet access. It's as addicting and can be a major distraction to the treatment. Focus on the guy in the mirror and the impatient folk who demand you entertain them can just wait.
From the time I found your blog until about 6 months ago I read you pretty faithfully. I liked the bluntness with which you wrote about the shots you were taking in the world - Cancer, the BC, visitation, job loss - wow that's quite a list for a couple of years.
Then I kind of quit checking in. In retrospect, I think it was hard to watch the self destruction.
I'm glad you've made the decision to deal with one of your problems. Once the alcohol is under control I'm hoping that the other issues will seem less overwhelming.
I hope you're entering this resolved that your determination and stubbornness will be to your advantage this time - in helping you stick to the program.
All the best - I hope to be reading a new and improved Acidman in the near future.
I'm glad you decided to get help. Hopefully you realized how much you are loved, even if most of the people don't even know you.
I have faith in you Rob, always have. I will continue to send good energy to you and the people in charge of caring for you.
I'll write if you want me to, but it seems you will have enough already. Just know that you are loved and respected.
If there is anything I can do, you need only ask. Don't be afraid to ask anyone, I'm sure everyone will do as you ask.
Take care my Blog Daddy.
Rob, if they'll let your write letters, why won't they let you blog?
If it's a matter of using their phone lines, why not buy yourself a cheap laptop and a Verizon EVDO card with plan? You can blog all day long from your bed, wirelessly.
If you're lucky enough to have Verizon wireless EVDO broadband in your location, you can even do so at DSL speeds. Otherwise, look for about 100k download speeds.
Going into the hospital is harsh enough, without having to go into internet withdrawal at the same time.
Last Tuesday morning at 5:38 AM I held my fathers hand and looked him in the eye as he drew his last breath on this earth.
When he died I at least knew he fought till the end. 4 weeks into his stay at the hospice he had us bring him a set of dumb bells. The bar by this point was thicker then his arm. He could not lift it. But he tried. He wanted to make it to my sisters wedding in November.
He didnt make it but it wasnt due to lack of effort.
If you continue the way you are what type of man will your son be looking at as you gasp your last gasp?
A man who tried for himself and for his family.
Or a man who talked the talk, but didnt walk the walk?
Dying angry, in denial, and a coward is no way to go through death son.
And here you still have a chance. More then my father has.
Fight the fight!
-( O )--( G )-
With a cadre of commentors (dare I say friends?) like you have here, all rooting for you and breathing a collective sigh of relief, I'd dare say you have one of the largest personal support groups to accompany you on your path. Don't take their support lightly. Your fortuante to have them as friends and peers...of that you already know.
With that being said Rob, You also have my full support. Though I am nothing but an insignificant peon in the grand scheme of all things, should you ever EVER need anything while on your quest , all you need to do is ask.
You blogged for me when I was recovering from a pitbull attack. I'll send you something naughty in the U.S. mail as soon as you post the address. Much love, Sulizano
It's not a "hospital".
Been there, done that, and as was pointed out above somewhere, there's a reason there's no phone or Internet access.
One day at a time, Rob. I wish you success. And remember, it's only the beginning of a better reality.
All it takes is an open mind.
Write the letters often and make sure your posters use them word for word. One slipup and we'll know. Good luck, there are some really good doctors around, you just have to get lucky and get one of them.
well you had but three options........insanity, death or recovery. glad you chose the latter, as are many others of us who wish you the very best.
Thank you, Love, for doing this.
I'll be right here when you get back and writing to you in the meantime, once you post the address.
Just know that I'm directing every bit of strength, good karma and love to you that I have to give. (And then some...)
Good luck and best wishes, A-Man.
You are in our thoughts.
hey, man. get well. rest. come back full of the usual piss and vinegar.
Way to go, man. I knew you had the guts to do the right thing. All the best to you.
Kick its ass, dude. Kick its ass.
Get better Dude. I love reading your blog it makes my day with your comments.
And one thing, don't bother them nurses too much, remember they got a job to do besides putting up with you copping feels when you can.
'Bout fucking time man. If you split who will I catbomb? I guess I'm gonna have to find some cute cards with cats on them and send them to you in the hospital. The hospital is the easiest part. The hard part will be maintaining after you get out. Good luck dude! We'll give a toast in your honor at Eric's later this month.
Best wishes, Rob. We'll keep the light on for ya.
All best thoughts and prayers to you, Rob. You will overcome this, since you're an amazingly self-aware and strong guy. Your observations after the fact should prove to be very enlightening. Good luck and godspeed.
He's an old grey bear
Alone in the winter woods.
To tired to eat, to old to care.
But show some caution,
he's still a bear.
Good decision. All the best,
Good on ya, Rob. Go get your shit wired back up tight. God Bless and good luck.
Good deal. Get better, feel better, and remember that a lot of heady vibes are heading your way.
all the best
Good for you. It's worth it. I know.
Good decision! Hard decision. Right decision ...
This sounds like a good plan, Rob. You post the address, we'll make sure you get lots of stuff to read.
I've come back, time and again today, to read the responces. Such an out-pouring of love and care for someone that some of us really don't "know".
I'm reminded of a letter I got not long ago. May not seem relevant, but I think it is. Indulge me.
I'm an AVID supporter of www.anysoldier.com. I've been "adopting, and sending "comfort paks" since it's humble beginnings.
One of my "adoptees" opened a package from me, in front of a member of the Brits Royal Dragoon Guard. This Brit also saw an abundance of packages addressed to "any soldier" scattered about.
"Why?", he wanted to know.
"Why do they send packages to people they don't know?!"
The answer is simple.....
And he answered:
"Because Americans EMBRACE the ideal of HELPING one another.. We feel a NEED to reach out, and touch, connect with those that are down...in need of reassurance...a lil bit of luv....a lil bit of understanding and care, regardless of whether they KNOW us."
We love u Rob. Let there be no doubt. And we'll be here for you. Just let us know what u need.
Damn, have me sitting here all teary-eyed and shit.
Very glad that you've decided to fight.
I hope you win.
Thank you Rob. I just hated the thought of losing your voice in what seemed an untimely manner. We're all dying, but there's no sense in leaving a minute too soon. Best wishes from the Cat household!
Now THAT's a bit more like it.
Get well and stay well, sir.
Wow. I am happier about this than you can imagine and I've only "known" your blog for a week! This is great news...
Best of luck and happy thoughts your way.
Great news A/Man...I'm glad that you are making an effort...I knew you were a fighter :-D....Get well,..and come back when you can.
Good on ya', A-man.
Fake it Till you Make It
We're all with you in spirit. We want you curmudgeonly ass around for a while longer....
There's a dead pool running over at Dax's. Get your
bets in folks.
Rob- Best of luck in your recovery. Look forward to many more years of Gut Rumbles. Let them fix whatever needs fixing but don't let them mess with your attitude or perspective. Godspeed!
like the song says, you'll never walk alone.
but you will have to take the first step, dude.
thinking of you -
A good decision my friend...a good decision.
I want that address as well.
Sometimes it takes a smack with the ole' 2 X 4 to get one back to reality. And the reality is that both of your children still want the Old Man around - as do a lot of us out here in Blogland... Get an address up soonest so we can swamp the facility's mail-box with rude get-wells.
Hmm, I guess this means you won't be selling your Blog.... I'm wondering if this "dying thing" of your's is a trick to get more readers to your blog. It worked, I'm here.
So, you're going to a "hospital"....?! You're a drunk - a pretty smart drunk who writes really well - but still a drunk. I wonder if you're a nice drunk in really life? Are you? Or are you a shithead. I guess that I should not be so hard on you. I'm a tough love kind of guy - so just being true to myself. Good luck. If Rush Limbaugh can do it so can you.
You do understand, don't you, that you're gonna have to get rid of all your friends?
So, lets see -- get rid of the booze, get rid of your drinkin' buddies -- and get back your kids. I'd take that deal! I hope and pray you do too.
I'd bet if you'd let one of those new women bloggers that are coming around to see you use a cattle prod on you each time you took a drink you'd save yourself a few thousand buckoos..... And depending on where she proded you, your pecker might start workin' again.
Here's to your working pecker and a woman blogger with a cattle prod who knows how to use it.!!!
I'll leave all the love and kisses to the women.
There are places for YOUR TYPE also..
Dearest heather, I will leave all the hugs and kisses to others. Remember the leader of this blog is named Acidman. Not GiveMeAKissMan or GiveMeAHugMan or FeelSorryForMeMan. This is a guy who thinks of himself as a tough guy. The point of my rather unfriendly post was "I don't think this guy's as tough as he thinks he is". And I was trying to be funny. I don't think the funny part worked but - I do think the tough guy isn't as tough as he thinks.
Now a lot of you want to hold old poor Acidman in your arms and make him feel all warm inside. Well, I'm more interested in making old poor Acidman feel all pissed off inside. Because if you're piss then you'll MAY make changes.
What I do think is Acidman likes us coming around. But the real question is: Why do we come around. Is it possible that we are waiting for Acidman to crash and burn....? And is it possible that Acidman, at some level, knows this? Is it also possible that Acidman has taken this game too far? That he is truly close to killing himself - all for blog ratings.....? And he is doing this all for us.!!!
You want to know something...? Old Acidman got InstaPundit.com to mention him. Not bad....
Something to ponder..... Something to ponder...
Just to clear it up: do I want Acidman to crash and burn - do I want him to fail? No, I do not. And I pray he won't. But, we are about to find out how tough Acidman really is.
I am glad that you're finally checking into a hospital to get checked out and to get well. I hope all the best for you. Get well, get better.
I'll write you too.
Love you Rob!
Marky marky... I come around because I like reading his perspective on things. If that is why you come around, then maybe you've got some of your own issues to deal with?
Okay, man, you can do this. Don't forget to get control on this fight that you have to surrender your control of it the G-d, as you may understand him. That surrender is the best feeling there is.
Go to meetings, work the steps and don't forget there are lots of us just like you who have come out the other side, whole.
The only person that can make changes to your life is you.
man you are gonna get a shit-ton of letters. Here's hoping they'll revitalize your ass so fast your head'll spin.