8:00AM EST
Monday April 6th, 2026
4.6.2026
Good
Morning Piedmont,
This
is going to be hard to get thru without crying. I am already. I’m going to have
to continuously wipe my eyes in order to see what button I am typing. When I
do, I will say…there…My name is Chad Xzavier Harris…122989…How you all referred
to me. I was discharged last Wednesday. I had cardio vascular
surgery…mechanical pleura desis…Dr. Victoria Walker was my initial pulmonary
consultant…She’s so awesome…you’re all awesome…I was admitted for my second
pneumo thorax…the walking collapsed lung…I was admitted on a Sunday…I was there
the next Sunday…my lung had collapsed again…while almost healed…it was the
Friday from hell…Dr. Walker was so confused…every night you keep getting worst
what’s going on…She came in excited for the first time…on the Saturday after the
Friday from hell…My Dad had called me Friday and started mocking my dreams…it
pissed me off…I hung up on him and unplugged the phone…My Mom was on the way
back to see me…She walked in as I was telling Nate what happened with my Dad…my
blood pressure and heart rate were sky high for the very first time…they were
confused as to why this was happening…I however…was not confused…My Mom was
told by me…I’m mad at my Dad…who is not her husband…so stay out of it…she
refused to stay out of it…I warned her…she refused to listen…she called my dad
and then came back in to tell me his side of the story…the n g g a mocked me
while I’m in the hospital…I asked her to leave…she didn’t want to leave…she
proceeded to antagonize me further…all the while Nate is tripping out bc my
blood pressure is sky high…she finally leaves.
My
vitals went back to normal eventually…when she was there…the hole in my lung
got bigger and bigger…when she wasn’t there…it got better…before this
happened…I had an uncontrollable fit of laughter in the bathroom as I bathed
myself…I saw how bad I looked and just couldn’t stop laughing at my horrible
condition…it was a sad sight…and then hilarious…that’s just how I cope with my
own distress…I find the funny…there’s always a funny in it…I felt my lung
collapse again right here…I thought it was my left lung…which had collapsed
last year before Mother’s Day…Nate had them do a chest xray on me…yup…Dr. Neils
introduced himself to me…your lung has collapsed again…on the clamp…we have to
put you back on suction…the chain of command was broken…Dr. Walker had no idea
this had happened.
The
whole night I felt bad for Dr. Walker…boy oh boy is she in for an unpleasant
surprise…bright and early…She normally enters the room in the afternoon…as I
got better…she would enter around 9AM…she entered around that time…a little
later…I figured she couldn’t possibly have been told I was back on suction…she
thought it was sweet…come in later and take the tube out…so she comes in excited…she
was never excited about my condition…heyyyy good morning…I’m about to take your
tube out…pause…are you excited…how do you feel?
Uhhhh…confused…they
didn’t tell you what happened? No…what happened? I think you should take a seat
please…she sits on the chair arm…oh…you’re back on suction…what happened? My
dam family…it was the Friday from hell Dr. Walker…I told her everything I
already wrote down…she was pissed the chain of command was broken…I didn’t want
her to be bothered if she was not on call but whoever was on call did not let
her know…they didn’t even inform her immediately upon her return Saturday
morning…I figured the xrays would have been on her desk…waiting for her…they were
not…I had to tell her on the spot myself…it was kind of funny…all night I was
amusing myself with the look she’s going to have on her face…im weird like
that…she’s gonna be soooo pissed muHA…she thanked me for telling her the full
story…I don’t blame Dr. Neils or anyone…sh happens man…sh happens…since im the
sh im who it happens to…lil wayne….
I had a
wonderful stay at your facilities…the fact I was there meant I wasn’t in
healthy condition but I made the best of it and your staff treated me like the
president…even though I had no insurance…I was treated better than most may
treat someone of my economic stature…I really appreciated that…look man you
already have no insurance and you can die here…whether you want to…or not…and
these people are trying to save your life…so make it easy for them to like you
and to help you…don’t be a headache and don’t blame them for your condition…the
doctor is not the reason I had to go to the hospital dude…make them laugh and
smile as much as you can and don’t be so concerned about your own pain…that’s
their job…just sit there and shut up…and if you’re going to speak…speak with
care…
I
always try to remember the names of the people attempting to save my life…lil
wayne shot himself in the chest while home alone…at twelve…in a locked room…a
cop named Uncle John…kicked down the door and saved his life…I would feel like
a piece of crap if I can’t even remember the name of someone saving my
life…especially with no insurance…I felt horrible…you all treated me way better
than I may have felt I deserved to be treated…based on my finances…I had about
three staff members assigned to me daily…and they switched a few times over the
course…of the ten days I may have been under your care…Daniel was the first one
I met…the xray tech…I told him my lung had collapsed…as I told the front
desk…bc I already knew this…he told me I was absolutely correct and my
intuition was on point…I smiled…I’m a filmmaker…my first short film…is called
intuition…if your intuition were a person only you could see…would you listen
to him then…I turned down the youtube offer to hire me as a partner…bc my close
friend Vanessa Malone…was m urdered…on the anniversary of the short film…I
filmed it on October 23rd 2011…she died October 23rd
2012…it completely crushed me…I turned down the offer to attain my dream…her
dreams will never come true…how can I accept this right now…
She was
18…anyway…respectfully…my lung had collapsed before and I did not stop
smoking…I knew it would happen again…I was ignorantly anticipating it…I know
the signs…first the chest and then the spine…I felt it a week before I came in…I
trade currency…Sunday SIX PM…the market opens…I had a bad feeling…dude you
gotta go to the hospital…you can’t make it til Friday…you might not make it
thru the night…so I went in with a bag of comforts…I’ll be here awhile…I did
however…forget the extension cord…if I had the extension cord with me…boy I
would have been in Heaven dawg…Heaven I tell ya Heaven…I rarely get sick…so
when I do…it’s gonna be a crazily painful experience…
All of
the nurses were kind to me…every doctor was kind to me and professional…the
person who cleans the room…Shon…was sweet to me…I always talked to her…the
lunch lady…Cindy…was very kind to me…she listened to my songs…we talked about
music…she was very supportive and encouraging…I did not give her my new youtube
for AI MUSIC N FILM…I’m going to link it…please give it to her…everyone was
kind to me…I have a list of names I will place at the end…I wish I had the
paper and pen ready from the very beginning…I was just too doped up…to remember
every name and I saw so many people…it was hard to be honest…the one I
struggled with…name wise…was Shenae…the names may be spelled wrong…next time I
will write every name down and their department…everyone played a part in my
survival…I couldn’t do much to save myself…I just wanted to be as pleasing of a
personality as I could…Napoleon Hill…Think and Grow Rich…1920 era publication…I
want to enter politics…im extremely depressed from sexual trauma and finally
realized I am suicidal…why did I keep smoking…I wanted to die…and these people
are trying to save my life…I felt like a scumbag…don’t waste these people’s
time bro…someone in this hospital wants to keep living…so I approach hospital
visits under these circumstances…from the perspective of…I may never leave this
building…these could be the last people I ever meet…so give them a grand
time…that’s just how I operate…my dietician was Laura or Lauren…maybe Laura…she
was very kind…I had trouble eating the first few days…idk why…I’m not used to
eating so often…my stomach shrinks to cope and meals take hours to get thru
most times…especially without marijuana…and the tobacco decreases appetite…so
my body’s just confused as hell…
My
brother Justin joked…you’re a little too comfortable here…after I said well I’m
comfortable…if I’m not comfortable…then I’ll be uncomfortable…the pain was
uncomfortable…the tube poking into my spine…was uncomfortable…not being able to
walk to the bathroom and do anything without someone’s help…was uncomfortable…but
that’s not anyone’s fault but my own…why I was there had nothing to do with the
people assigned to take action on my behalf…Dr. Walker…Victoria…not Vicky…but
Victoria…was awesome…hey if I gotta stay in here just to see you dammit I hope
I never heal…so ignorant…hey at least I get to look at you dude…good deal…who
needs a lung right?
I never
stop cracking jokes…I’m not supposed to…nothing’s that serious…few things are
that serious…if it concerns me…well then it’s not that serious…others are
suffering more than I am…some will gladly take my place…so enjoy the position…someone
desires it…I just wanted to write a loving letter of my appreciation to you all
formally…I’ll include this letter in my next publication…a diary…wrists bathed
in red volume three…in volume one…I kept a detailed diary of a premonition I
was told by something I can not see but can only feel…they warned me on lil
waynes bday 2024…you’re a prophet…your mission is almost complete and your time
on earth is almost over…so hurry up…bc we are on the way to come and take you
back with us…after this I felt the sands of time flip upside down…it was
scary…I had to keep a beach towel…I felt like I was mourning myself for two
weeks and experiencing the pain of my loved ones…of course I can’t talk about
this openly…they won’t believe me…but when Honey died…Vanessa…I had my first
premonition…I think Honey told me…I was in the closet smoking marijuana and
something told me…the following…you will die…saving the life…of a child…you do
not…know…I said ok…whatever…fine…
I left youtube
and became a writer instead…publishing my deepest thoughts…for my legacy…my
life is very strange and it’s hard to tell people what I experience…its strange
as hell…so im just saying it here bc I don’t care what you think about it…I’m
definitely blessed…the first time my lung collapsed…you all were amazed I was
still walking…I went to work for two days after popping my lung at work…I had
just started and didn’t have a job for a year so…I missed my paternal cousins
funeral however…I had too much going on…way too much…I spent the last year
contemplating my next move…are you going to stop smoking or are you going to
continue being an a s s hole? I wanted
to say goodbye to a bad habit on my own terms…I said I’ll push it one more
year…right before the one year mark…I popped the other one…
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