It's about a guy, early forties, going for a walk with his dog and his partner. It's a nice day, sun is shining, bit windy but there's no need to wrap up. They're going up the local woods, taking the dog on it's usual walk. They've been to a party the night before where they both drank way more than the recommended dosage and crawled back home around four AM.
It's a steep hill, through farmland, up to where the woods begin. Good excercise. Really gets the blood pumping, especially on a day like this. So they stop for a rest at a park bench at the top. The guy is glad of the rest because, truth be told, he really aint feeling to clever. There's a tightness in his chest and a throbbing pain in his arm that feels like it's coming from the bone.
Tightness in the chest and sore left arm is one of those heart attack symptoms he thinks to himself but that's just paranoia. Truth is this motherfucker is bulletproof but still, it's not going away like it's been doing recently. In fact it's getting worse. She laughs at him, thinking he's hung over and feeling like shit. He turns away, clutching his chest where he can feel the tighness and his heart, not pumping like it normally does after a workout but sorta flapping.
Now he's getting nervous but the girl is still laughing and, he doesn't want to spoil it with something as stupid as this. And then he begins to wonder if it really is stupid. If it gets much worse it is going to feel like a heart attack and it is getting worse. The dog, which has been runnning about, doing it's usual exploring this, seems to sense somethings wrong and comes over and starts licking his face and whining a bit.
The girl is still laughing and that's when it crosses his mind. "Holy shit, this might be it" And he still doesn't want to tell her, to make her stop laughing cos, fuck it, if this is the end he wants the last thing he hears to be her laughter. He's spent more than a decade with her, much of the time trying to make her make that noise. It's musical, lights up the room. Lights up his heart.
Speaking of the heart he's still not quite sure if that's what's wrong, surely heart attacks just knock you out, sort of thing. He remembers a video game he used to play years ago. A sort of heart surgery simulator. The first part of the game involved diagnosing the patients. Some of them needed heart surgery and some had gallstones or trapped wind. Trapped wind symptoms in the game were very similar to heart attack as he remembers. Maybe it's just a renegade fart.
The girl is still laughing but now it's getting to the stage where he can't hide it from her anymore. Now he's actually starting to panic. heart rate increasing, chest getting tighter. He forces himself to take shallow breaths, reasoning that hyperventillating will just increase the revs and if the engine is damaged that isn't a good idea. She's noticed now. The laughing stops. Not abruptly but kinda tails off awkwardly. Like "You're fucking with me, right?"
He wishes he was. He even tries to pretend he is but she's not buying his bullshit anymore. He concentrates on relaxing, shallow breaths, let the tension go away. It's beginning to work. So they sit there for another five minutes or so, till he feels like he can stand up and then they turn back and walk the mile and a half back home. He feels himself going into shock but it's very mild. Almost more of an adrenaline comedown really. They talk about it. He's going to get it checked as soon as they make it back home.
But by the time they get home he's talked himself out of getting anything checked. It wasn't a heart attack, otherwise walking home would have killed him, right? It was trapped wind or some other fucking thing. Felt like shit but then he's still half drunk from the night before maybe it was just the mother of all hangovers?
Right?
There's a lot of other heart problems it could be. Arrhythmia comes to mind. I had a neighbor who had that, put off going to the doctor for so long he got brain damage, not to mention the accumulated damage to his heart from all the 'events' as his doctor put it.
Better to believe it is a heart attack, and find out that it isn't after a check up, than to force onself into believing it can't be and be wrong (or worse or believe it won't be if one just doesn't get oneself checked out, something that either himself or herself could be guilty of in this story).
'Course I can't really give you any tips for the story writing, having never had first hand experience of a heart attack or serious heart problems, bar a tricky thyroid problem my mother had a number of years back.
GO TO THE FUCKING DOCTOR PENT. I am NOT FUCKING KIDDING GO TO THE DOCTOR.
You can have a heart attack and not die. You may have had a heart attack or you there may be some other sort of problem.
Get yourself checked out, doing so might save your life.
Pent, you either had a mild heart attack, or a panic attack. A simple blood test will tell them which one it was.
In the first hour after a heart attack, almost all damage can be avoided. Most people don't bother, if it's not bad.
After that, they figure it's too late, and leave it be. It's usually the precursor to the big one that kills them.
Go to the fucking doctor. Today. Odds are it was a panic attack, but you really have to know.
Yeah I'ma go to the doctor. I'll feel like a complete fucking pussy when it turns out to be nothing but I guess the alternative is not feeling like a pussy, for a very long time.
Did a bit of reading on symptoms and they don't really match up, tho - pain was on my left side apparently heart attack is "central"
I've had panic attacks years ago it was nothing like that. I'm still going with indigestion or some shit but I want to get it checked anyroad. Was meant to be going kayaking tomorrow, too. Fucking nuisance :argh!:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 08, 2010, 09:06:04 PM
Fucking nuisance :argh!:
yes, and snuffing it can be downright inconvenient . . .
The story would have been so much more enjoyable if it were a fiction. Glad to hear you're goiing to take care of it. It would ruin my day if you died horribly.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 08, 2010, 09:06:04 PM
Yeah I'ma go to the doctor. I'll feel like a complete fucking pussy when it turns out to be nothing but I guess the alternative is not feeling like a pussy, for a very long time.
Did a bit of reading on symptoms and they don't really match up, tho - pain was on my left side apparently heart attack is "central"
I've had panic attacks years ago it was nothing like that. I'm still going with indigestion or some shit but I want to get it checked anyroad. Was meant to be going kayaking tomorrow, too. Fucking nuisance :argh!:
Also, hiatial hernia is a possibilty. In addition, heart attack symptoms present differently from person to person, and panic attacks may also get more severe with age.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 08, 2010, 09:06:04 PM
Yeah I'ma go to the doctor. I'll feel like a complete fucking pussy when it turns out to be nothing but I guess the alternative is not feeling like a pussy, for a very long time.
Did a bit of reading on symptoms and they don't really match up, tho - pain was on my left side apparently heart attack is "central"
I've had panic attacks years ago it was nothing like that. I'm still going with indigestion or some shit but I want to get it checked anyroad. Was meant to be going kayaking tomorrow, too. Fucking nuisance :argh!:
I once got the arm thing and extreme pain in my chest but it was because of lack of oxygen which turned out to be a severe asthema attack. I got pumped full of adrenaline and was told I was incredibly stupid for letting it get that bad.
Either way as the others have said: Go to a doctor, getting it checked as soon as possible is really important. Go tonight if you feel up for it.
Um. You thought you were going to die. Go to the doctor.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 08, 2010, 09:06:04 PM
Yeah I'ma go to the doctor. I'll feel like a complete fucking pussy when it turns out to be nothing but I guess the alternative is not feeling like a pussy, for a very long time.
Did a bit of reading on symptoms and they don't really match up, tho - pain was on my left side apparently heart attack is "central"
I've had panic attacks years ago it was nothing like that. I'm still going with indigestion or some shit but I want to get it checked anyroad. Was meant to be going kayaking tomorrow, too. Fucking nuisance :argh!:
I'll tell you something; I have always had some odd chest sensations that felt like a fish flopping around, often accompanied by lightheadedness and sometimes shakiness. I went to a doctor for it years ago, who referred me to a cardiologist, who had me wear a Holter monitor for two days... which shoed not one single event. The cardiologist all but called me a hypochondriac to my face. I was ashamed, because I thought it was all in my head and I was making much of nothing. Then, about five years ago, during my Yule party, the palpitations were so severe that I went in the bathroom and listened to my heart with a stethoscope my friend loaned me for a costume party... and I could hear my heart go; "beat, beat, beat, beatthunk... beatbeatbeat, beat, beat" over and over again. I called my doctor the next day and he told me that the next time it was happening I should drive directly there, so I did, and he hooked me up to an ECG which charted perfectly exactly what was going on; a harmless, yet annoying, arrhythmia.
My point is, don't worry about feeling like "a pussy" if it turns out there's nothing wrong with you. What happened, happened, and your doctor needs to know about it WHETHER IT'S LIFE THREATENING OR NOT. They might not be able to diagnose it exactly; that doesn't mean nothing happened, or that your doctor doesn't need to know about it.
yes. what everybody said, go to the doctor!!
i got a holter too a couple of years ago to check if i didnt need a pacemaker (wooooo that wouldve sucked) turns out i got an elongated Q-T time. it doesn't do shit. but now I know and that's awesome. plus it makes me feel speciul.
sometimes when I have a chest pain, it turns out I somehow sprained or twisted a chest muscle. combine with hyperventilation, stress and, indeed a bad hangover (those are the worst), and/or smoking weed and/or drinking caffeine (esp. energy drinks not coffee) and it can all go fucked up like that, kind of like you described, although not as bad, but including the numbness in the arm. though more often just the fingers and also my lips for some reason. my mum used to have hyperventilation pretty bad and says it is probably that.
if you find out that it is nothing serious bad heart condition, it could be stress and tensed chest/shoulder muscles. or something. anyway, if it happens more often, a Good Thing that Actually Helps is getting the girl to give you a shoulder/neck massage. calms you down, feels good and softens the muscles and improves flow of blood and stuff.
BUT most important is to GET IT CHECKED OUT cause yeah it might be something bad. and what Dok said, the earlier you get to it, the less damage it will do and if you do it too late, then at some point it will be really bad and you have to give up loads of awesome things in your lifestyle, like salt in your food or something.
I don't wanna sound like a broken record, but, uh, Doctor.
You might even get a really cool picture of the inside of your heart!
So I went to the doctors today and he took my blood pressure and listened to my chest with a stethescope and said it was probably nothing to worry about. Muscular issue + hungover head rush followed by a panic attack most likely. My blood pressure is a little bit high but he wants me to go back in and get it taken again before he prescribes meds since it might be the stress of going to see him that made it a bit high.
I'm going to live! :pukka:
Good to hear. We've had enough folks here in hospitals for one decade.
Excellent news!
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 04:56:26 PM
So I went to the doctors today and he took my blood pressure and listened to my chest with a stethescope and said it was probably nothing to worry about. Muscular issue + hungover head rush followed by a panic attack most likely. My blood pressure is a little bit high but he wants me to go back in and get it taken again before he prescribes meds since it might be the stress of going to see him that made it a bit high.
I'm going to live! :pukka:
Yay!
You might consider following up with a fit test or a CT scan.
Also, less booze, more walking.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 04:56:26 PM
I'm going to live! :pukka:
Damn, I lost my bet. The manager at William Hill was right after all.
Glad you got the work-up, and listen to Rog on this one, he and Hawk are the resident cardiac arrest vets.
Quote from: Jenne on May 10, 2010, 05:38:19 PM
Glad you got the work-up, and listen to Rog on this one, he and Hawk are the resident cardiac arrest vets.
I want to replace mine with a clockwork version. They're more reliable.
I want a nuclear clock.
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:40:23 PM
I want a nuclear clock.
I thought about that, but I like a wind up version better.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:40:54 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:40:23 PM
I want a nuclear clock.
I thought about that, but I like a wind up version better.
With a pendulem?
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:41:47 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:40:54 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:40:23 PM
I want a nuclear clock.
I thought about that, but I like a wind up version better.
With a pendulem?
Either that, or with a hammer & bell arrangement.
Mine would be much quieter.
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:45:18 PM
Mine would be much quieter.
Mine would not be. :)
Dok,
Always looking for new and interesting ways to interrupt staff meetings.
http://image01.shopzilla-images.com/resize?sq=100&uid=1117456504
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
That would require daily feedings.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
I already have that, as a side effect of my pills.
More like an angry badger, though.
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:51:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
That would require daily feedings.
That's what your chest flap is for. You can stand a few minutes of no circulation while the little devil chews off your enemies faces, can't you? Just open the flap and set your heart beast on them!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:52:38 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
I already have that, as a side effect of my pills.
More like an angry badger, though.
It's no great deal to just go for the physical modifications required then, is it?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:54:31 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:51:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
That would require daily feedings.
That's what your chest flap is for. You can stand a few minutes of no circulation while the little devil chews off your enemies faces, can't you? Just open the flap and set your heart beast on them!
Hadn't considered that....has potential....
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:55:14 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:52:38 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
I already have that, as a side effect of my pills.
More like an angry badger, though.
It's no great deal to just go for the physical modifications required then, is it?
I don't think the badger and the rott would get along.
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:56:05 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:54:31 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:51:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
That would require daily feedings.
That's what your chest flap is for. You can stand a few minutes of no circulation while the little devil chews off your enemies faces, can't you? Just open the flap and set your heart beast on them!
Hadn't considered that....has potential....
Even better if you, for example, fail to feed it for two or three days then set it loose in a church/ Fete/ bingo hall.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:57:53 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:55:14 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:52:38 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
I already have that, as a side effect of my pills.
More like an angry badger, though.
It's no great deal to just go for the physical modifications required then, is it?
I don't think the badger and the rott would get along.
:sad:
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:56:05 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:54:31 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:51:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 05:49:48 PM
Now I would have thought that for both of you the most suitable arrangment would be a Dwarf Rottweiler / Rabid Hamster on SERIOUS Steroids running in a wheel in your chest.
That would require daily feedings.
That's what your chest flap is for. You can stand a few minutes of no circulation while the little devil chews off your enemies faces, can't you? Just open the flap and set your heart beast on them!
Hadn't considered that....has potential....
As soon as I can figure out how to d/l a pic from my cell I will offer up a pic of my chest for this womp!
I dunno if anyone has noticed, but I seldom ever do WOMPs anymore. I can't even remember my last one.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Payne on May 10, 2010, 06:10:53 PM
I dunno if anyone has noticed, but I seldom ever do WOMPs anymore. I can't even remember my last one.
I been gone a while.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:46:05 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 05:45:18 PM
Mine would be much quieter.
Mine would not be. :)
Dok,
Always looking for new and interesting ways to interrupt staff meetings.
It could be a motivational tool, when the workers are around you they would hear the rapid ticking and work faster.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:31:09 PM
You might consider following up with a fit test or a CT scan.
Also, less booze, more walking.
THIS!!
Just listening to your heart and taking your blood pressure won't show if you had a mild heart attack, and if you did, you can have another. Dr's suck, but the alternative sucks more!!!!
As dying is NOT AN OPTION for you, you need to get healthy!!!
Quote from: Khara on May 10, 2010, 06:31:00 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:31:09 PM
You might consider following up with a fit test or a CT scan.
Also, less booze, more walking.
THIS!!
Just listening to your heart and taking your blood pressure won't show if you had a mild heart attack, and if you did, you can have another. Dr's suck, but the alternative sucks more!!!!
As dying is NOT AN OPTION for you, you need to get healthy!!!
Dying is boring. There is nothing and after dying three times I STILL CAN'T SEE DEAD PEOPLE.
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 06:32:13 PM
Quote from: Khara on May 10, 2010, 06:31:00 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 05:31:09 PM
You might consider following up with a fit test or a CT scan.
Also, less booze, more walking.
THIS!!
Just listening to your heart and taking your blood pressure won't show if you had a mild heart attack, and if you did, you can have another. Dr's suck, but the alternative sucks more!!!!
As dying is NOT AN OPTION for you, you need to get healthy!!!
Dying is boring. There is nothing and after dying three times I STILL CAN'T SEE DEAD PEOPLE.
Dude, you've been robbed. I would seriously complain!!!
I am going to sue them all!
So how the fuck do I go about getting a fit test and/or ct scan then?
And what's this about less booze? I already got a script for nicotine patches. doctor never mentioned anything about booze. Without nicotine, TCH and Alchohol how am I supposed to get shitfaced? And don't give me that "high on life" crap. Tried that - remembered everything :argh!:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 06:39:52 PM
So how the fuck do I go about getting a fit test and/or ct scan then?
Bug your doctor.
As for the rest, the boozing is for young people. It's up to us to be curmudgeony and full of bad advice.
Curmudgeony? If I can't have booze and fags I'll be a fucking massmurderer within a matter of months. That grumpy enough for ya? :evilmad:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 06:48:26 PM
Curmudgeony? If I can't have booze and fags I'll be a fucking massmurderer within a matter of months. That grumpy enough for ya? :evilmad:
2/3rds of future deserves it.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 06:48:26 PM
Curmudgeony? If I can't have booze and fags I'll be a fucking massmurderer within a matter of months. That grumpy enough for ya? :evilmad:
I decided to ignore my doctor on this. I will smoke and drink to the end. And I may ask for a prescription for medical pot....to help me sleep.....
General opinion poll:
Is They Gave Me A Steampunk Heart a good album title, or is it just silly?
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:00:05 PM
General opinion poll:
Is They Gave Me A Steampunk Heart a good album title, or is it just silly?
Perfect.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 06:39:52 PM
So how the fuck do I go about getting a fit test and/or ct scan then?
And what's this about less booze? I already got a script for nicotine patches. doctor never mentioned anything about booze. Without nicotine, TCH and Alchohol how am I supposed to get shitfaced? And don't give me that "high on life" crap. Tried that - remembered everything :argh!:
Shitfaced is overrated. I know; I tried it on Saturday, just in case I was mistaken.
I was not.
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:00:05 PM
General opinion poll:
Is They Gave Me A Steampunk Heart a good album title, or is it just silly?
Both. Go for it.
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 06:39:52 PM
So how the fuck do I go about getting a fit test and/or ct scan then?
And what's this about less booze? I already got a script for nicotine patches. doctor never mentioned anything about booze. Without nicotine, TCH and Alchohol how am I supposed to get shitfaced? And don't give me that "high on life" crap. Tried that - remembered everything :argh!:
As Dok said, bug your Dr about the tests.
As a side note, there is a lot of research regarding weed and blood pressure, you might be pleasantly surprised.
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:08:51 PM
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Also, some salve for after you tear your chest hair out on stage.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:17:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:08:51 PM
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Also, some salve for after you tear your chest hair out on stage.
I shall request the saliva from a bevy of 25-year-old well-proportioned orphans.
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:22:19 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:17:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:08:51 PM
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Also, some salve for after you tear your chest hair out on stage.
I shall request the saliva from a bevy of 25-year-old well-proportioned orphans.
I'd use Courtney Love, myself. No nerve endings can function with that slobber etching your flesh.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:27:51 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:22:19 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:17:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:08:51 PM
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Also, some salve for after you tear your chest hair out on stage.
I shall request the saliva from a bevy of 25-year-old well-proportioned orphans.
I'd use Courtney Love, myself. No nerve endings can function with that slobber etching your flesh.
My vote goes to Sheryl Crow. That woman is HAWT!
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 07:29:54 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:27:51 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:22:19 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:17:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:08:51 PM
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Also, some salve for after you tear your chest hair out on stage.
I shall request the saliva from a bevy of 25-year-old well-proportioned orphans.
I'd use Courtney Love, myself. No nerve endings can function with that slobber etching your flesh.
My vote goes to Sheryl Crow. That woman is HAWT!
Patchouli is bad for wounds, though.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:31:41 PM
Quote from: Hawk on May 10, 2010, 07:29:54 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:27:51 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:22:19 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 10, 2010, 07:17:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on May 10, 2010, 07:08:51 PM
I'm gonna need an upright bass, an accordian, a piano slightly out of tune, some random scraps of metal, and a pint of scotch.
Also, some salve for after you tear your chest hair out on stage.
I shall request the saliva from a bevy of 25-year-old well-proportioned orphans.
I'd use Courtney Love, myself. No nerve endings can function with that slobber etching your flesh.
My vote goes to Sheryl Crow. That woman is HAWT!
Patchouli is bad for wounds, though.
It cauterizes as it cuts though.
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on May 10, 2010, 07:02:37 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on May 10, 2010, 06:39:52 PM
So how the fuck do I go about getting a fit test and/or ct scan then?
And what's this about less booze? I already got a script for nicotine patches. doctor never mentioned anything about booze. Without nicotine, TCH and Alchohol how am I supposed to get shitfaced? And don't give me that "high on life" crap. Tried that - remembered everything :argh!:
Shitfaced is overrated. I know; I tried it on Saturday, just in case I was mistaken.
I was not.
HERESY!! Shitfaced was how I got into this mess in the first place. No wait... :x
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Dying is boring. There is nothing and after dying three times I STILL CAN'T SEE DEAD PEOPLE.
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Maybe, just maybe you only died twice, and imagined the third time, to give some extra gravity to your afterlife. Then the people you see everyday, who you think are alive, are actually the spirits of others, who also believe themselves to be alive.
There are many stories of people going mad, who suddenly start seeing everybody as dead people. Maybe they are the only ones who get to return to the dream of the living.
There are almost definitely many flaws in this scenario, not least of which being the paradox of whether I myself have any reality beyond the pixels on your monitor. Luckily, that one concerns your reality, not mine, and I don't have to decide on that. (Just as well really, because I'm not sure I can look at it objectively)