Why Drunk off Heart Condition/Hospital-Drunk Ramblings?

 What’s with the “drunk” stuff?

Well, Drunk off Heart Condition came from a friend who tried to explain why I wasn’t drinking at his birthday party held at a bar. He tried to say something to the effect of “can’t drink cause of a heart condition” but somehow managed the phrase “drunk off heart condition”. He suggested I use it as my poet/writing name, and I took it on. I didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but it has certainly grown on me. I like that it has a story, short as it is. I consider it a gifted name, and it’s certainly one I wouldn’t have thought up on my own.

The reason for the title of “Hospital-Drunk Ramblings” is because I started it sitting in St. Paul’s Hospital’s ER department after having some cardiac symptoms. I wrote my first post while getting intermittently interrupted by hospital staff taking vitals or blood. It felt appropriate, considering the moniker I’ve decided to officially take on. I actually have been using it for a while. I’ve performed under the name at Hullabaloo as one of the sacrifice poets, and I’ve written stories that have gone to be judged under the name as well. I still use it when entering competitions. Not to sound like I think I’ll be famous or anything, but I wanted to have something cohesive with my writing, linking it all together. I even have a little logo I paid a random redditor about 7 CAD for. You can see the small version of it as my profile pic in the about me here.

The blog name is partially because I think using the phrase “hospital-drunk” describes a unique state like the other night when I started this blog. This state is best explained as what happens when you’re too used to hospitals, too blasé about how a major organ is malfunctioning, and you’re just grinning and cracking jokes between yawns, needles, and concerned looks, as well as too tired to be sleepy cause you’ve been in the ER for several hours. This state of hospital-drunkeness typically does not include hunger, my dear reader, because the inventor of said term has a terrible habit of picking up takeout on the way to the emergency department. As in, something will go wrong with said inventor’s heart, and instead of going straight to the hospital, will make a food stop. This used to be crepes on Robson Street but that establishment has been replaced a few times; as of this writing, the old crepe shop is now a cannabis dispensary. The other reason is because I love a good theme. That and the ramblings part is because I don't anticipate much editing of these for brevity. I'm abusing my poetic license and you're going to enjoy it!

Hopefully that’s a good enough explanation. If you have more questions, feel free to ask them. I’m not sure what I’m going to post next but we’ll see.

Ta ta!

Drunk off Heart Condition