

A stroke that should have killed me suddenly. While being in the worst shape of my life, on the ground with severe vertigo, projectile vomiting, and in the worst physical pain I’d ever been in, the horror really started when I closed my eyes to die and some how woke up…
I had no idea about life saving medicine or what happens when you’re close to death and it’s their job to save your life on a different kind of time where they tell you what is going to be done to you… It’s really a treat being told that you’re getting a spinal tap in the same 5 minute window that you get the spinal tap…
The suggestion that you could go from little endian to big endian by reading about multics and shitposts about turbo assembler means you’re either some kind of degenerate libertine IRIX wizard who still uses bogimps to talk about speed in relation to MIPS or the human manifestation of exclusive XOR or as the Cartesians say “what would happen if I didn’t NOT ?!”