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Those were the exact words my then-roommate asked me, when I told him I was moving out. I gave him two weeks notice, so it wasn't like I was moving out from one day to the next.

Let's rewind the time a bit, to April 17, 2021. At that time, I had been living there for almost 3 years, and I am amazed I lasted that long.

I could feel the tension in the air after my covid diagnosis. Almost like he was looking for a reason to kick me out. I decided to beat him to the punch and find something else, before that happened. I told him, that I had found a room that was cheaper, but smaller, and in a different city. At this point, he began to ask me "I think that's very rushed. You need to pack down your entire room, everything of yours in the kitchen and on the bathroom. Are you sure you can pack it all in a few days? What about internet? Do you know how fast the speed is there? Do you even know the type of internet you will get? You will not be able to play online games or be on Discord while he is using the internet. I know he will not be as good at network stuff as I am. He will not be as technical as I am. He will not be remotely as nice as I am. I predict you will have a lot of problems with him".. He was one of those people who loved to show off with his educations, his money and his stupid PS5 that he "was the first in Denmark to receive".

I had to shout "hang on, you don't even know the guy, how can you know all these things?". He looked at me and went "Trust me, I know these things. I am an educated IT engineer". I also had to explain to him, that I didn't have much anyway, and that I would be finished packing within three hours. He didn't believe me, so I told him "Time me. From when I say go until I am finished. I could see on his facial expression, that he really didn't believe me, so he said "Fine, I will time you. If you cross the three hour mark, I will let you know. Begin".

Two and a half hours later, I was done packing the room.

The day before I was going to move, I had agreed with my then-roommate to haul the boxes into his daughters bedroom, that was located next to the room I was renting. I wanted to haul everything down the stairs, so it was ready to move out, once my sister and her boyfriend came to help me. My then-roomate was out, so I asked him if I could just haul the stuff down and place it in a way, that they would be able to go into the kitchen to get food and drinks. "No problem," was the answer, so I hauled everything down.

You can probably see where this is going.. When he came home, he flipped a switch and said it wasn't what we agreed to do, and that there were no space for them to move around. That I should have waited for him to get home, before I hauled the things down.

At this point, I was done. I decided to just let it go in one ear, and out the other. I only had about 12 hours left there anyway, so I sucked it up.

When my sister and her boyfriend arrived, I wasted little time and began to haul all my stuff down to the parking lot. I didn't want any help from my then-roommate, since I didn't want any of his help. Fifteen minutes later, the trailer was packed, and I was off to the new place.

However, before I left, I went into the living room and said the following: "I will come and clean the room next weekend. When that is done, there is to be no more contact between us, until I decide to contact you. Please respect that".

"Alright.", was his final word to me. With that, I closed the front door, went down the stairs and out into the car, that was waiting.

A few days later, I bumped into his mother and brother. I told them that I had moved to a different city. The brother was very surprised, and asked why. "There's history there. That's as much as I'll say on that". He respected that, and we parted ways. I then took the train to my new home.

Then my phone rang.. The caller ID was my former roommate..

Yesterday, it was one year ago since I was tested positive for Covid, and I entered a three week period of sickness.

I remember it vividly. How weak I was feeling. How much I slept. How much blood I lost, because my nose decided to start bleeding. I was one of the rare cases where covid provoked nose bleeds. How my dreams were terrifying.

The first six days were spent in bed. Not a lot to eat, and not a lot to drink either. When I did eat, I ate multi-grain bread, and when I drank, it was either water or OJ/apple juice. No soda. Mainly because I didn't have the strength to open up a bottle or a can. Yes, I was extremely weak. I had to get my brother to do my food shopping, and then place it outside my front door, for me to come and collect it when he was at a safe distance. During those six days, I also developed diarrhea. 99% of the time, I would make it before it went bad, but 1% of the times, that weren't the case. I also experienced my first ever fever dreams. I wish I hadn't. The majority of them were terrifying. I am not easy to scare, but those dreams were.. Well, they were scary. They all started the same - in black and white. With a voice calling my name. In one of the dreams, one voice said "The next time you fall asleep, it will be your last. We are waiting for you."

A few of the dreams involved my family, where they were out to kill me with knives. It was so unpleasant, that I really didn't want to sleep, because I feared that I wouldn't wake up again.

Thankfully, a few days later, I was over the worst part, however I developed post-acute sequela. I was beginning to feel stronger, though, but I was still dizzy, and when I breathed in deeply, my chest hurt. I called my doctor and explained the symptoms, and she told me, that it was normal to develop post-acute sequela after a covid infection. I had to relax, and take it slow. The sequela would go away, but my doctor wasn't able to say when. It would be weeks before I was feeling back to normal.

This is where the blog gets a bit personal.

The following days were spent getting better. I also cleaned up after myself, because I had so many things on the floor, because I was too weak to go downstairs with them. Clothes were on the floor. Bowls were filled with bloody rags and underwear that had to be thrown away. Whenever I came back into my room, I had that distinctive metallic smell of blood in the air, so I decided to open up the window. Two weeks of not opening the window a single time, really made the air smell bad.. When I say bad, I mean baaad! A mix of blood and fecal matter. I was embarrassed by myself. It was the lowest I had ever felt. It got so bad that I just sat down on my bed and started to cry. I had just experienced two of the worst weeks I have ever had. A few minutes later, I pulled myself together, and I wiped my eyes, collected all the trash in a bag and placed it by my door.

A few days later, I was given the all clear to go outside again, so I took the trash bag by my door and threw it away. My phone buzzed. It was my then-roomie. "It's your brothers fault that you infected us all with covid".. I had no time or desire to deal with it, so I wrote him a reply back.. Admittedly, I probably went a bit OTT, but I wrote back an answer. I don't remember the exact wording, but it was along the lines of "Listen, what happened happened. If you were able to see past your own nose, you'd probably see that others were having it worse than you were having it". I probably wrote something more than that, but I have deleted the messenger thread, so I am unable to see the exact wording I sent to him.

It was after that, that I began to look for other accommodations, and less than three months later, I moved. If you think that went off without a hitch, think again. But that's a story for my next blog.

Today, I am feeling better than I ever have before!

Last night I had such a wierd dream. It happened right before my waking hours, I won't go into detail because it is a fragmenting memory as I type. However it was so real, not scarry just bizarre. I don't understand how my mind can even fathom such situations but it did.

Upon awakening I didn't realize I had been dreaming and thought I was still in my alternate reality. A few seconds before I realized it was a dream then I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I think I was in shock.

How I would love to dive deep into my mind and see how it put the scenario together or what triggered it.

That's the question that has been bugging me for a while now. I know I was born in Copenhagen, so that makes my nationality Danish, but I don't know where my ancestors were from. I have always wanted to know, so yesterday evening I bought a DNA testing kit, which I will have in my possession sometime next week.

I am still not sure how the DNA kit works, but the package will have instructions on how to perform and send the test. A few weeks later, I will get an email with my results.

I have always been told, that my grandfather was a ship builder in the southern part of Denmark, but I was then told yesterday, that one of my descendants were a deserter from the German forces back in World War 1, so it's possible that I have some unknown German family somewhere. Maybe, possibly further down in Europe. I am not expecting anything other than European. In fact, I am probably with 98% certainty a European, but you never know. I would, however, LOVE to have one of those "Well, I didn't expect THAT" moments.

We'll see once the results are in. I will, of course, keep you posted about the findings!

This morning when I opened the door to go outside with Bella to potty, it was warm already. Floridians could wear short shorts and a tank top today in comfort while watching news reports of unfathomable cold weather elsewhere.

Guess everything is a trade off. To live in a winter paradise is amazing as long as you don't get blown away during the summer hurricanes or tornadoes.

In these golden years I look back and am so grateful I didn't have to deal with driving to work 5 or 6 days a week in ice and snow. I loved wearing a light sweater going to work in the winter. Also not having to scrape the car or shovel snow to get to the car starts a morning off much more enjoyable.

Maybe that is why I wake up disgustingly happy every morning ready for 3rd gear.

On a side note I believe my happy mental state of mind happened when I finally dumped some old festered anger from my psyche. I so very rarely get angry anymore and I never hang on to it if I do. That is a very different attitude then when I was young, pretty, full of piss, vinegar and anger. Hard work to let it go but gone it is and I celebrate that everyday.

Happy New Year folks

As 2021 is coming to an end, everyone is getting very excited to enter into the new year. 2022 will be the year where everyone can start afresh. For the past two years, people have taken to their homes to abide by the social distancing rule due to the coronavirus pandemic. We have now been considering celebrating this occasion within the comfort of their homes. The new year marks the beginning of new promises, resolutions and life decisions. It is this time of the year when we all can let go of old disputes and fights, and focus on mending everything for the new year to come

I love you all

Have a Blast and Joyous New Year

For the past three days, since Christmas Day, I have been dealing with something in my life, and today, I finally accepted defeat. It was quite good for the first few days. I guess with everything new, there is a period where everything is good. Where everything is perfect, and that you wouldn't want to change anything. Then, a few days in, you begin to wonder, if it's worth it. Worth the long nights, the lack of sleep. The rage inducing moments. and the moment where you go "Maybe I bit over more than I can chew".

"But Philipsen, what has made you think this?", I hear you ask..

Well.. I borrowed a 1000 piece puzzle off my sister. What puzzle, you might ask? Well.. This..


It's from the Netflix show Money Heist, and it's quite possibly the single most infuriating puzzle I have ever had the unfortunate honor - if you can call it that - to put together. At first, I was "Yeah, that? It'll be done in two days".. Fast forward to the third day, and I was halfway there (woooah.. Livin' on a prayer), and I was just looking at the pieces. I then decided to put it back into the box, and put it as far away as possible..

F this puzzle, man.. I wish to never see it again!

On a brighter note, Merry Christmas!

Will my Tattoos keep me safe from Covid?

asking for a friend who also has tattoos.

The first Christmas party at our community center was fun for neighbor friends, I actually had a great time.

The party I was looking forward to is the one my sister throws in her house that is spacious enough to house all us when the extended family (cousins) is invited. This year 30 of us were going on Sat. Not Mom & Dad though. On Friday my sister tested positive for covid so sent out a group text to cancel, she is pretty sick and just had chemo for her Lupas so she can't get the covid cocktail everyone asked her to get.

Another cousin stepped in and said she would host but before we could respond she got notified her brother was in ER from a car accident so cancel again.

I ended up with a house full of people because my granddiva flew in from CA (hot zone), My son and ex drove in to see her along with my daughter. My house is big enough to accommadate everyone but there is no parking however we made do. I had a most wonderful day myself which caused me to wake up on cloud 9 today.

I'm ready to take down my itty bitty tree to relax. I have a sincere wish that everyone has a happy & safe holiday. May you actually feel happiness that is out there to enjoy.

Let's turn the clock back ten years, to March 11, 2011. I was a 27 year old guy, who didn't have a care in the world. I had been talking to this girl from Iceland, who lived in the northern part of Jutland, in a town called Thisted. Her and I had been online friends for years at that point, so it was only natural to meet up. I decided to take the 6 hour trip to see her.

You might be going "How do you know the exact date you went there?" Well, I remember it was the exact date as the Fukushima meltdown, because it was covered everywhere.

As I arrived, I was greeted at the station by my friend. She had the most Icelandic name ever - Gróa. Anyway, we embraced and walked home to her place, a tiny apartment. I sort of still remember the layout, and the bed I was to sleep in.

I was there for about a week, and I quite enjoyed myself. We even went out one night. We also held a small party, because, as she told her friends, "someone from Copenhagen wants to show us how to drink".. Pro tip - NEVER drink with people from small towns. They'll drink more than you, faster than you. Or at least that's what happened there.

One evening, after we had been out and about, we came back to her apartment. We sort of just stood there in the hallway, and then we did what felt natural - we kissed. Nothing more came of that, but I still remember it vividly.

Do I miss talking to her? Sure. I don't know what she's doing now, since we lost contact. That week in the small town is now a fond memory.