So There's This Story That I'm Tired Of Telling

Well first off, I apologize for not being better about this but I have no internet because I have finally moved. So the saga begins on Tuesday of last week. I was having three weeks of migraines and pain in my head so I decided to visit the hospital. They did a CT scan and told me that I had a headache and to go home. So I did nothing about it, however I started blacking out and the pain became so bad I couldn't function when it hit me. I checked myself into the hospital on Friday night with Lexy and they did all of the tests on me and kept me until 3 the next day. They found a low heart rate and nicotine in my system as if I were a heavy smoker. They also found my sinuses swollen to the point of hitting my brain which apparently is also caused by the cigarette smoke. Apparently my father was told of this issue 20 years ago and he just chose to neglect it so that he could smoke in the house and not have to walk his lazy ass outside or crack a window. So after a couple of days in the hospital and missing a concert in Orlando I still had a hotel booked for Saturday night up there. So I decided that Lexy and I should go to dinner and a club together anyhow since it's not strenuous or anything and it will get me away from the house. My father flipped the fuck out over it. He texted some very nasty things about staying gone and finding somebody else to pay my rent. So I found an apartment on craigslist before I left the hotel and he let us sign a lease and move in on the same day. My friends Dan, Dawn and Bernie all brought their vehicles over and we came in and took all of my shit while my father sat there eating Chinese food. The look on his face of confusion and anger was absolutely priceless. He's barely spoken to me in the two weeks since and things are finally feeling normal. I love the new place and especially the pool there. I'm going to go back to work now. There's plenty more to tell about things at a later date.