Thursday, September 17, 2026
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
WHEN I DIED IN THE HOSPITAL DURING COVID OR WHITE MALE RED SHIRT
White Male, Red shirt was how I was described upon being admitted to the hospital. I know that now.
The hospital was very helpful and efficient getting my records to me, a full 719 pages of documents for a stay of a little over 3 weeks. Prior to being admitted and during most of my stay, I was not sleeping so I had gone psychotic and delusional making some of my time there distorted or just a blank space I could not recall. Early in my stay, the staff caught me holding a woman's hand during the night shift so I was deemed sexually aggressive and placed on a 15 minute watch schedule. Speaking in sexual innuendo to the young nurses and asking them on dates to fast food joints did not help my position and I was put on the aggressive list and a 15 minute watch for that also. I previously documented my altercation with the staff which I found in the archives began with me saying, "Fuck You." And flashing my middle finger. Then picking up a plastic utensil and pointing at other staff and saying, "Fuck You. Fuck You. And Fuck ALL of You." Then what they term a "Mr. Strong" or "Code Gray" was called which means there is a violent patient that needs to be restrained.
The documents say I was angered after a group meeting, but actually it was when I tried to get extra fruit for my homeless room mate and a staff member started screaming at me. The documents contain plenty of misinformation such as the implication that I used my room mate on his bed as a barricade in the room when truth be told, he was in the bathroom and I told him the staff was coming to restrain me, but he just went to his bed anyway which happened to be by the door. The documents say I pushed the dresser toward the door, but I know I threw it. That was also a lie.
The documents state I resisted the staff and fought them, but they do not mention I was tackled into a radiator, choked and punched or that I had to be carried from the room. I was sedated three times by needle and placed in seven point restraints which have restraints at the ankle, thigh, chest and wrists. Within twenty minutes of being restrained, I had severe orthostatic hypotension or low blood pressure. I was given 2 liters of oxygen and a team led by a Doctor was called in to stabilize my vital signs. I saw no mention of the term "code blue" but I know what I felt and I have seen what the documents omitted as well as perpetrated misinformation or distortion. Nobody explained to me what happened to me then and I just remember waking up in the bed in the room I shared with the homeless guy unable to see, feeling like I would fall off the bed just by laying on it.
One other thing the documents got wrong was something I said when I had Covid Pneumonia. I joked I was like an underwear model because I just sat around that way, every day. They made it seem like I was delusional and believed I was actually an UNDERWEAR MODEL and must have repeated that false narrative over twenty times in the documents. I know I am NOT an underwear model. I just play one occasionally.
They say the TRUTH is a bitch, but at least I know most of the truth now. The hardest part of coming home from mental illness is realizing you soon may have no home and must join the homeless. And I came close to living that. I was lucky there were people that actually came to my door and offered me free counseling and advice. Over time I was able to rebound and rejoin the living as the undead.
Undead. Undead.
Monday, September 14, 2026
DEEP THOUGHTS WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD
Just when you get a little extra money, the car repair god will come looking for tribute.
Sunday, September 13, 2026
VOCABULARY LESSON WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD: GYM SHORT PUSSY
When you are having sex and your partner gets up to get a drink and she comes back and you resume fucking only to realize later that she put on her gym shorts when she left the bed and the pussy you made love to was actually a pair of gym shorts that coincidentally gave you a massive orgasm.
Saturday, September 12, 2026
DEEP THOUGHTS WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD 2
In one's life you are more apt to experience failure than success so we should concentrate more on how to handle failure by learning and recovering from adversity than teaching to experience success which is most times due to either luck or the influence of friends in monied or powerful positions.
DEEP THOUGHTS WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD
Murderers, rapists, thieves, arsonists, career criminals and serial killers get a better breakfast, lunch and dinner than I do every day.
However, I have a much less chance of getting shanked or tasered with my meals here.
Friday, September 11, 2026
EPISODES FROM MY LIFE WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD: WHAT I WAS DOING ON 911
I live in the NY/NJ METRO AREA and on 911 I was home since I had recently been laid off my job. I looked out the window and it was sunny and looked like a gorgeous day to get out of the house and maybe go to the park and try to do something constructive, but I made the mistake of switching on CNN news and they said a small plane had hit the World Trade Center. From what it looked like it was burning fast and my first thought was how are the firefighters going to put this fire out and my second thought was how are they going to rescue all those people? CNN commentators were going back and forth on what they thought was happening which apparently was based on pure conjecture when just as I was watching a huge jumbo jet smashed into the other tower and everybody knew at that point it was terrorism and not some small plane accident. And I was like, "Holy shit!" CNN was stirring the chaos with other terrorist reports and conjecture and I was losing it.
I could not control myself and since I was alone I called my wife who was totally clueless and without emotion. So I decided to call my mother who said basically, "Yeah I know. What do you want me to do about it?" After I hung up the phone, I decided to call my father in law who was also home alone and he got really upset and emotional and did what most Jews do when they get upset and emotional, he invited me to brunch at the diner. Since I did not get any better answers or offers, I accepted.
Nobody in their right mind went to the diner on 911 except me, my father in law and some Israeli guy who sat at the next table while the television showed the Twin Towers burning. I think I ate eggs and bacon, but that is as much conjecture as a CNN correspondent would spew. Frankly it was hard to eat anything watching the monumental tragedy unfolding, but it was something to do instead of run around screaming.
It just so turns out that our waiter who we had seen before took our order just as the Israeli guy shouted at the top of his lungs, "They should kill all Arabs, men, women and children. All Arabs should die!"
The waiter replied that he was Egyptian and not involved, but it was eventually found that one of the hijackers was Egyptian and one of the leaders of terrorist organization Al Qaeda was Egyptian as well. Things had gotten out of control at the diner with the Israeli screaming and I think the owner served us as the Egyptian guy decided to leave.
And just before we finished our meal, I remembered thinking, at least the towers are standing and then one tower collapsed. We decided to leave the diner and I went home to my empty apartment and I was in a funk with all the horrible news on television so much so that eventually I decided to turn off the television altogether and try to block out the tragic and depressing turn of events. A few days later, I volunteered to help assist giving supplies to firefighters in a warehouse in Jersey City, but the firefighters just wanted new boots as they said their regular boots were melting off in the heat. They also said there were no survivors found in the rubble. I was so distraught that I made sure I found a job quickly so I could get out of the apartment. It just so turns out the job I found was at a company forced to move to New Jersey as their previous building was next to the World Trade Center and had been destroyed.
For the next year I avoided news, violence, and Heavy Metal Music and even waited more than a year to listen to the new SLAYER album which coincidentally dropped on September 11th. The title of the album was God Hates Us All. I thought the world was coming to an end, but somehow we survived.
Thursday, September 10, 2026
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I DIED IN THE HOSPITAL DURING COVID
I have been curious a long time about the details of my dying or going code blue, no heart beat and no breathing at the hospital I was in during the COVID epidemic. So yesterday, I sent the hospital a request for records. It will be interesting to see if they actually send the pertinent accurate records and how long it takes if they do not stall or refuse to send the records regarding my demise and resurrection at the hospital.
LADY MORGANA was not helpful as all she told me was I was CODE BLUE while there and that someone told her over the phone that I had been "causing trouble." She did not seem surprised that I was dead and apparently asked no questions from the hospital about the exact circumstances surrounding my demise.
I remember the Philippine orderly yelling at me for taking extra fruit from the snack bin so I could give some to my homeless room mate who did not change clothes, get out of bed, shower or eat. For that I got screamed at so I told the guy, "Fuck You" which set off an alarm that meant I would be restrained. I wasn't going to wait for that to happen so I barricaded myself in my room.
A whole crew of people showed up at my door and I greeted them by throwing a dresser across the room that made about an inch dent in the wall. I thought that would give pause to those who meant to detain me, but only for like twenty seconds when this goon came running through the room, jumping over the obstacles I had set up and tackling me into a radiator which I hit with a thud and slid down. I thought I was in a bad position before I realized this guy was standing over me punching me, but I had the ability to punch him in the balls which I did multiple times to apparently no effect.
The Philippine had entered the room and was getting closer, but it appeared he slipped over one of my barricades and went down hard. I figured I could fight him, but I was all occupied with the gimp guy who was now strangling me and punching me at the same time. I don't know if the Philippine guy gave me a shot or two with the hypodermic, but I could not be distracted because I was trying to stop being punched and could not breath.
Eventually the lack of air got to me and I said I give up if they could just back up, but the guy was still strangling me and I think I lost consciousness. I think it was the Director who screamed at me to get up, but I don't think I could so they got a blanket and carried me like a sack of shit into the room that was the quiet room or "the hole" and stuck me into a restraining chair. I recall the Director telling me that I could not just go around saying "Fuck You" to the staff so I told the five or so people in the room "Fuck You" individually or that is what I remember. Then I recall getting one or two tranquilizer shots and feeling like I could not breathe and that my heart was slowing before it stopped. Then there was blackness.
The next I remember someone checking my vital signs and talking me back to life. My next experience was waking up in my room, but not knowing how I got there. There were many blanks as to what happened to me, but nobody explained what happened. The guy from the Philippines and the gimp guy who was punching and choking me, I only saw again one more time. I pretended I did not recognize him, but I knew who he was. I was accused of stealing some scissors from an art class and that got the mattresses in the room changed from dirty ones to absolutely filthy mattresses, but I did not steal any scissors.
A judge said I was going to spend another two weeks at the facility, but I only spent a few days more as the insurance approved that I leave. I am not sure if the dying was part of that decision. Hopefully, I can fill in the blanks as to what happened to me and close this chapter of my life.
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
Monday, September 7, 2026
VLADVAMPIRELORD'S THOUGHTS ON DEATH AND KEEPING OF FISH AS A HOBBY
Another one of my tropical fish died today and it still leaves me with a bad feeling of grief. I don't know why the fish died or how, but it was stuck to the filter and I suspect the pretty death aggressive fish was responsible though I have no proof. I feel like whacking that death fish with the net, but like I said I have no proof and even if I did, it would be cruelty on my part to hit a fish that is clueless to begin with. So I flushed the fish down the toilet thinking of how beautiful it was in life and how in the end we all come to this.
I used to have a solemn ceremony by the toilet bowl when a fish died, but as the years have gone by, I have grown more callous to the whole process of death. The first person close to me that died was my Grandmother when I was a child. I was devastated, but my relatives were speaking like she never lived and eating deli sandwiches and I could not take it. I walked out of my cousin's house and went toward a lake they had in the back and just cried until I was composed enough to go back. And over the years people close to me have died and it is like part of me died too because I have become very apathetic about death. I see the tragedy in death, but I can no longer express my sorrow in tears.
If you can't handle DEATH, you should not keep fish as a hobby because you will see death all around you in the watery grave you bought from the pet store. And if you cannot handle DEATH in life as a human, you will find out sooner or later about DEATH as everybody must die. You need to discover what makes you happy and experience that joy as soon as possible for as long as possible because death is stalking us all, fish and human alike.
I think I will have some ice cream just in case things end sooner than I expect.
VLADVAMPIRELORD'S PRACTICAL TIPS FOR A BULLSHIT WORLD
You are getting nailed with the electrical bill each month. Every bit adds up.
If you are watching the television and need to leave the room, TURN THE TV OFF. You can turn it back on when you come back.
Don't start bitching about the high cost when you are the problem and not the solution.
LIFE IN HELL WITH VLADVAMPIRELORD
I had three rotting bananas for breakfast. And they did not taste that good.
Sunday, September 6, 2026
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