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When you spend time doing something, knowing that you'd sooner black out until the time has passed, and you can stop. Or when you do something just to distract your mind, so that you don't have to think or feel.
When to all intents and purposes you either are, or would choose to be, temporarily dead.
Life is a precious thing. It can be taken away in an instant (i've seen it, but that's another topic), and with every passing moment, it is being gradually taken away.
It never felt like it when i was younger (hell, i'm not even old now), but time seems to be passing me by so quickly now. Men are, on average, supposed to be at the best physical condition of their lives at age 23. After that, it's a downhill ride to the coffin.
I still have a few years before the peak then, but after... i'm on the way out.
So with such a high value placed on both the years i have before i peak, and everything until i'm issued my death certificate, when i'm pishing my life away in circumstances that are equivocal to my temporary death, it hurts. It's a funking waste of the only thing i have.
Sure, i have more time than some. Much more. But surely the appreciation of that gives all the more incentive to make the most of it?
My parents came down here today. I don't get to see them much now. Too busy in those temporary death situations. Tried to make the most of the time with them, but any movement brings up the pain pretty badly now (recent injury). We went for a drink, but i could only manage about 45 minutes before having to head home and knock back some painkillers.
'Warning: May cause drowsiness'
Damn right they do (and another temporary death, but that's beside the point here). I had maybe an hour and a half with them before the distraction of pain, then of slightly numbed pain and drowsiness leached the time of any value. Just became more temporary death.
And at the moment, i'm taken out of most of the things available to me that aren't my short-term suicides. And there are precious few of those.
Feel pretty crap.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
When to all intents and purposes you either are, or would choose to be, temporarily dead.
Life is a precious thing. It can be taken away in an instant (i've seen it, but that's another topic), and with every passing moment, it is being gradually taken away.
It never felt like it when i was younger (hell, i'm not even old now), but time seems to be passing me by so quickly now. Men are, on average, supposed to be at the best physical condition of their lives at age 23. After that, it's a downhill ride to the coffin.
I still have a few years before the peak then, but after... i'm on the way out.
So with such a high value placed on both the years i have before i peak, and everything until i'm issued my death certificate, when i'm pishing my life away in circumstances that are equivocal to my temporary death, it hurts. It's a funking waste of the only thing i have.
Sure, i have more time than some. Much more. But surely the appreciation of that gives all the more incentive to make the most of it?
My parents came down here today. I don't get to see them much now. Too busy in those temporary death situations. Tried to make the most of the time with them, but any movement brings up the pain pretty badly now (recent injury). We went for a drink, but i could only manage about 45 minutes before having to head home and knock back some painkillers.
'Warning: May cause drowsiness'
Damn right they do (and another temporary death, but that's beside the point here). I had maybe an hour and a half with them before the distraction of pain, then of slightly numbed pain and drowsiness leached the time of any value. Just became more temporary death.
And at the moment, i'm taken out of most of the things available to me that aren't my short-term suicides. And there are precious few of those.
Feel pretty crap.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
No, and when my arm's completely still and in the right position, with the right support, it's only a bit of a dull ache. It's just when it moves, or isn't in the right position et al, the pain builds up and can get pretty overbearing. Maybe you could pass out if it was there long enough.
And it's possible that i'm being a big pusshy about the pain - sometimes i deal with pain fine, just control it, sometimes i'm a big girl.
That said, i can't exactly speak for all dislocations. I spoke to one bloke who did it twice, once he popped it back in himself and had no real trouble, another time it took 6 weeks just to come out of a sling. So i figure it just depends on how badly you do it.
And it's possible that i'm being a big pusshy about the pain - sometimes i deal with pain fine, just control it, sometimes i'm a big girl.
That said, i can't exactly speak for all dislocations. I spoke to one bloke who did it twice, once he popped it back in himself and had no real trouble, another time it took 6 weeks just to come out of a sling. So i figure it just depends on how badly you do it.
Iam curious, is the pain from a dislocated enough to make you pass out?
When you spend time doing something, knowing that you'd sooner black out until the time has passed, and you can stop. Or when you do something just to distract your mind, so that you don't have to think or feel.
When to all intents and purposes you either are, or would choose to be, temporarily dead.
Life is a precious thing. It can be taken away in an instant (i've seen it, but that's another topic), and with every passing moment, it is being gradually taken away.
It never felt like it when i was younger (hell, i'm not even old now), but time seems to be passing me by so quickly now. Men are, on average, supposed to be at the best physical condition of their lives at age 23. After that, it's a downhill ride to the coffin.
I still have a few years before the peak then, but after... i'm on the way out.
So with such a high value placed on both the years i have before i peak, and everything until i'm issued my death certificate, when i'm pishing my life away in circumstances that are equivocal to my temporary death, it hurts. It's a funking waste of the only thing i have.
Sure, i have more time than some. Much more. But surely the appreciation of that gives all the more incentive to make the most of it?
My parents came down here today. I don't get to see them much now. Too busy in those temporary death situations. Tried to make the most of the time with them, but any movement brings up the pain pretty badly now (recent injury). We went for a drink, but i could only manage about 45 minutes before having to head home and knock back some painkillers.
'Warning: May cause drowsiness'
Damn right they do (and another temporary death, but that's beside the point here). I had maybe an hour and a half with them before the distraction of pain, then of slightly numbed pain and drowsiness leached the time of any value. Just became more temporary death.
And at the moment, i'm taken out of most of the things available to me that aren't my short-term suicides. And there are precious few of those.
Feel pretty crap.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
When to all intents and purposes you either are, or would choose to be, temporarily dead.
Life is a precious thing. It can be taken away in an instant (i've seen it, but that's another topic), and with every passing moment, it is being gradually taken away.
It never felt like it when i was younger (hell, i'm not even old now), but time seems to be passing me by so quickly now. Men are, on average, supposed to be at the best physical condition of their lives at age 23. After that, it's a downhill ride to the coffin.
I still have a few years before the peak then, but after... i'm on the way out.
So with such a high value placed on both the years i have before i peak, and everything until i'm issued my death certificate, when i'm pishing my life away in circumstances that are equivocal to my temporary death, it hurts. It's a funking waste of the only thing i have.
Sure, i have more time than some. Much more. But surely the appreciation of that gives all the more incentive to make the most of it?
My parents came down here today. I don't get to see them much now. Too busy in those temporary death situations. Tried to make the most of the time with them, but any movement brings up the pain pretty badly now (recent injury). We went for a drink, but i could only manage about 45 minutes before having to head home and knock back some painkillers.
'Warning: May cause drowsiness'
Damn right they do (and another temporary death, but that's beside the point here). I had maybe an hour and a half with them before the distraction of pain, then of slightly numbed pain and drowsiness leached the time of any value. Just became more temporary death.
And at the moment, i'm taken out of most of the things available to me that aren't my short-term suicides. And there are precious few of those.
Feel pretty crap.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.