Rant

I apologize to everyone to start off with.  This is not directed towards most people, only a select few, however it seems I need to make a general announcement just in case.   To put this very plainly and simply, if someone is not on my friends list I do not read their journal.  I don't haunt previous friends journals, I don't read the content someone else decides is public or not.  Flat out I DON'T CARE.  When speaking with  someone in a public capacity that is not in the online space, that is something different.  If they have something they wish to tell me there they can.  But no matter how many times I am sent the link to someone elses journal and told that it could possibly, just maybe, quite literally, just fractionally apply to me, I am NOT GOING TO READ IT.  Seriously.  Curious I may be, stupid I am not.  If those persons had really wanted to make a statement directed to me, they can post a message on my journal, send me a message, an email, a text message, or hire a sky writer and emblazen it in the heavens.  This is not saying I don't care about the other people.  As human beings they have the trials and tribulations and I respect that.  They have made the choice of who they want in their life as have I.  In no way would I ever want to be a part of someone's life that didn't want to be a part of mine.  That said, I have a pretty happy non drama, non hateful people, non rumor mongering life right now.  My health sucks and that brings me to my second point.  My health takes precidence over everything else.  EVERYTHING.  I wrote about this previously and most everyone understood.  I don't want to have to write about this again.  Please understand, that this does not mean I don't want my friends talking and laughing around me.  It means that I don't need random texts or emails filled with vitriole over what someone else did.  I love all of you, don't make me smack you.  I may never get better, I may have to be on serious meds my entire life, they may take out a large part of my body to fix this.  These are the things I worry about.  My next colonoscopy, when I can get back to work, planting flowers and loving friends and family.  My intestines are drama queens enough for my entire exsistance.  This post is being made public so that there are no questions.
End Rant.

I still love you.