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2018-12-06 at 12:24 AM UTC
Originally posted by GGG Maybe you should keep listening
It's a good fucking song, and considering that you (at least used to) appreciate folky sort of music, I'd think you could dig it.
Just brings back a lot of memories from that time. Man, being so weak, and really close to dying over that infection... Fucking surreal shit. -
2018-12-06 at 12:27 AM UTCBuy the ticket
Take the ride -
2018-12-06 at 2:37 AM UTC
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2018-12-06 at 5:02 AM UTCOkay so I've taken 6 different laxatives. Either I'll finally get some relief or I'll get a lulzy, probably excruciating death. At this point I'm kind and willing to roll the dice. But the obstruction I had last time was the single most horrible illness I've had to deal with. At least the month long 105 degree fever and heroin withdrawal, I was able to get high and sleep part of the day. But that 31 days nightmare, every day felt like I was ready to split open. Couldn't sleep lying down bc of the pan, so I only slept an hour or two a night. Crazy stomach spasms. Eventually went septic and heard voices screaming at me in the dark. Whole body was shaking and started having palpitations. I can't articulate how badly being raised in fringe faith healing religions just fucks you up mentally.
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2018-12-06 at 5:09 AM UTCDARE would've done a lot better job convincing us not to do drugs if they just gave clinically accurate information instead of all the scare tactics. "Weed will make you steal from your parents, and ecstasy makes holes in your brain. After a week of use, you'd cut your own mothers threat for a line of cocaine...."
Versus:
Opiates can seem fun at first. But eventually your body gets used to them, which can happen in as little as 2 weeks of continuous use. After that, when you don't have them, you go into what's called withdrawals. At which point your whole body feels like it's breaking, you get weak and nauseous, vomit and often shit yourself. Hot and cold sweats. Sore, restless muscles. And even if you keep enough opiates around to stay high, eventually they will wreck your butthole. Literally. *Boots up slide projector* -
2018-12-06 at 6 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER Okay so I've taken 6 different laxatives. Either I'll finally get some relief or I'll get a lulzy, probably excruciating death. At this point I'm kind and willing to roll the dice. But the obstruction I had last time was the single most horrible illness I've had to deal with. At least the month long 105 degree fever and heroin withdrawal, I was able to get high and sleep part of the day. But that 31 days nightmare, every day felt like I was ready to split open. Couldn't sleep lying down bc of the pan, so I only slept an hour or two a night. Crazy stomach spasms. Eventually went septic and heard voices screaming at me in the dark. Whole body was shaking and started having palpitations. I can't articulate how badly being raised in fringe faith healing religions just fucks you up mentally.
When I was septic from my infection, oh my fucking God... The shakes were the fucking worst. I definitely was delious at some point, but not delious enough not to cop the small vile of morphine the nurse left next to the stretcher I was on. I believe it was a 5ml vile 1mg/ml and the doctor ordered 2mg- that extra emg did nothing, but I'll be damned if I didn't try.
I really look back and realize how in and fucking out of it I was at times. Fuck, I sure didn't realize it at the time, which is kinda scary tbh. I begged 1337 just to tell me everything would be okay when I'd be shaking with fever and chills.
At one point, there was just this... Idk.. Almost euphoria? That overcame me. I wasn't in pain, and I felt really light, I felt really delicate, and brittle too, which is the only way I can describe it. It almost reminded me of the first time I over did it with Opiates (not a near death of, but one where you're high as fuck, having trouble functioning properly, maybe even a bit nauseous if you move)... I think I was pretty close to breakin' on through to the other side when that happened. Pisses me off I was so close, but didn't get over the hump,and now I'm still here suffering... *sigh* I was almost there...
But unlike §m£ÂgØL said I would, I did stick to my guns about taking blood transfusions, and argued daily with nigger nurses, doctors, and other hospital staff about being a DNR/DNI. Everyone gives me shit about being 29 and being a DNR, like somehow my age really matters. If it's my time to go, I'm ready. I don't want no niggers trying to bring me back. My luck I'd be all brain damaged and a vegetable or some shit anyway. -
2018-12-06 at 7:06 AM UTCSend nudes
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2018-12-06 at 7:34 AM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone When I was septic from my infection, oh my fucking God… The shakes were the fucking worst. I definitely was delious at some point, but not delious enough not to cop the small vile of morphine the nurse left next to the stretcher I was on. I believe it was a 5ml vile 1mg/ml and the doctor ordered 2mg- that extra emg did nothing, but I'll be damned if I didn't try.
I really look back and realize how in and fucking out of it I was at times. Fuck, I sure didn't realize it at the time, which is kinda scary tbh. I begged 1337 just to tell me everything would be okay when I'd be shaking with fever and chills.
At one point, there was just this… Idk.. Almost euphoria? That overcame me. I wasn't in pain, and I felt really light, I felt really delicate, and brittle too, which is the only way I can describe it. It almost reminded me of the first time I over did it with Opiates (not a near death of, but one where you're high as fuck, having trouble functioning properly, maybe even a bit nauseous if you move)… I think I was pretty close to breakin' on through to the other side when that happened. Pisses me off I was so close, but didn't get over the hump,and now I'm still here suffering… *sigh* I was almost there…
But unlike §m£ÂgØL said I would, I did stick to my guns about taking blood transfusions, and argued daily with nigger nurses, doctors, and other hospital staff about being a DNR/DNI. Everyone gives me shit about being 29 and being a DNR, like somehow my age really matters. If it's my time to go, I'm ready. I don't want no niggers trying to bring me back. My luck I'd be all brain damaged and a vegetable or some shit anyway.
My sepsis definitely didn't come with anything near euphoria. Just my heart pounding in my throat and behind my eyes that it sounded like someone was scooping gravel next to my head on the pillow. Shaking and gut wrenching dry heaves. I'm just going to give thanks to the universe that I don't feel that bad again yet. But when I really think about it, I am in fucked health. Apparently thyroid can do this too, and Hashimotos has a marked effect on declining mental acuity like I was talking about with Juice the other day. I feel bad because I go into late work all the time and lay in bed most of the day or watching YouTube or reading, but the gods honest truth is I feel fucking awful most days. But having been through some stuff, I'm grateful when I even feel okay....which coincidentally makes me a lot less likely to seek medical attention. No one believes me when I say I've only seen a doctor once in my life, and I've never been to a dentist. It was just a very different way of growing up. If something was wrong with you, you prayed about it until it went away. And if it didn't go away, most people just died, but of course that was only the "body" dying. For 16 years I had a woman next to me in church who has Parkinson's so bad she couldn't even cold the pencil to make out her check for the collection plate. If there was ever something serious wrong with you, the scripture said you "could" seen medical attention, but even the mere mention of it usually just got you a reminder that you'd be giving up on god and bowing to the devil. -
2018-12-06 at 7:47 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER My sepsis definitely didn't come with anything near euphoria. Just my heart pounding in my throat and behind my eyes that it sounded like someone was scooping gravel next to my head on the pillow. Shaking and gut wrenching dry heaves. I'm just going to give thanks to the universe that I don't feel that bad again yet. But when I really think about it, I am in fucked health. Apparently thyroid can do this too, and Hashimotos has a marked effect on declining mental acuity like I was talking about with Juice the other day. I feel bad because I go into late work all the time and lay in bed most of the day or watching YouTube or reading, but the gods honest truth is I feel fucking awful most days. But having been through some stuff, I'm grateful when I even feel okay….which coincidentally makes me a lot less likely to seek medical attention. No one believes me when I say I've only seen a doctor once in my life, and I've never been to a dentist. It was just a very different way of growing up. If something was wrong with you, you prayed about it until it went away. And if it didn't go away, most people just died, but of course that was only the "body" dying. For 16 years I had a woman next to me in church who has Parkinson's so bad she couldn't even cold the pencil to make out her check for the collection plate. If there was ever something serious wrong with you, the scripture said you "could" seen medical attention, but even the mere mention of it usually just got you a reminder that you'd be giving up on god and bowing to the devil.
That place I was in... It wasn't quite euphoria, but... Idk.. It wasn't pain. It came after all that vomiting, literally shitting myself (and I wasn't out of Opiates or in anyway in opiate wds at that moment), and shaking tremors that lasted hours at a time... It didn't last too long and I was back to earth suffering some more but it was a weird state to be in, one I was in only once before when I was a kid... I came out of my body, had an OBE. I was sick as fuck vomiting and speaking in fucked up weird languages and shit, or so my father told me. Only ever happened those two times. My. Father thought he was losing me when I was a kid. I believe that's what being close to dying is like. -
2018-12-06 at 8:45 AM UTCOh thank you Jesus.
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2018-12-06 at 10:10 AM UTCsick people make me sick
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2018-12-06 at 10:55 AM UTC
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2018-12-06 at 11:33 AM UTC🙄
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2018-12-06 at 1:59 PM UTCsploo doesnt even post here anymore
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2018-12-06 at 2 PM UTC
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2018-12-06 at 2:01 PM UTCHe won't, i'm gonna post his dox
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2018-12-06 at 4:53 PM UTCWhat does it mean to be septic? Im not gonna look it up. I know what a septic tank is like it's a shit tank? So...????
"hey wanna hang out later?"
"no, I'm septic"
"you're?... Shit?"
"I don't know. Yes"
Am I close? Septic ass bitch motherfucker -
2018-12-06 at 5:06 PM UTC
Originally posted by mmQ What does it mean to be septic? Im not gonna look it up. I know what a septic tank is like it's a shit tank? So…????
"hey wanna hang out later?"
"no, I'm septic"
"you're?… Shit?"
"I don't know. Yes"
Am I close? Septic ass bitch motherfucker
It's just when bacteria gets into your bloodstream somehow. Occurs a lot in people with gunshot wounds to the gut/abdomen. Pictures wouldn't really show anything since there's nothing actually to show. It might be secondary to a nasty, oozing wound on the leg, but the real damage comes when that bacteria gets into the body and starts going to work on every other organ. -
2018-12-06 at 5:12 PM UTC
Originally posted by Lanny np brah, when I was told that I, the son of god, was going to adjudicate over the shits of man I was a bit upset. But now I see how rewarding it is.
Yeah I mean if it was between this and redoing the whole bit on Calvary, I think pops set you up with a pretty sweet gig. Between your move to the tech sector and the de-emphasis of the church to give you a bit more free time, seems like it's a good time to be JC. -
2018-12-06 at 5:14 PM UTC*blasts a G of feces*
What a shitty drug