Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[GimpMask]

I could envision the Death Clock on my leg going from 0 to disappearing, today.

I will never be able to walk again. I went about 200 feet on my cane, and the pain was indescribable. I cannot strengthen my leg, merely keep the pain in check to where I'm not about to hit the floor and fall under a desk, like USA-IS-A-OK! children did in the 50's because we did not break bread with the Soviets, like nobody did. The current regimen keeps me under intolerable pain in a wheelchair with mild movement with my right leg, like using it as a balance, putting minimal weight on it. Im in total agony after a short distance when walking-- I slipped from my chair and fractured my pelvis one night. My response? "Wow, almost died there!" and calmly loaded up on Lyrica and watched the Great Outdoors a million times before I went to the ER in the morning.

A short walk left me raggedly gasping for breath, overwhelmed by the physical pain and emotional pain of my Death Clock fading away.

So unless they switch me to 20 mg methadone tid with 15mg oxycodone q4 up to three times a day/30mg methadone tid with 10 mg hydrocodone q4 up to three times a day, which they won't, I'm dead in the water.

I really have a difficult tine accepting this, well I CAN'T, this is the worst thing I've ever encountered in my life. I felt like making a post about it so maybe (if I'm lucky) a certain somebody will come along and call me a retarded stupid fucking God damn animal, then I will be slightly less devastated

[Magic Juan]

That's really tough bro, but Theldorrin is dead.

[Fagzilla]

Uh huh.

Dude, you need to knock it off with the "this is it, this is the time!" and how everything is about to end, how doom is imminent, you're going to be pitched out to the wolves, you're going to die, this is probably your last post for a while, or ever, we'll never see you again, etc.

You do realize that you've been doing this for the past 8 years or so on a regular basis, and especially recently, right?

The arc never changes: it's *50 posts a day of erratic, reference-filled mad libs*, then "OH MY GOD, the world is ending! I'm dying now!", and then a month, a day, 20 minutes later, *50 posts a day of erratic, reference-filled mad libs*.

So don't be hurt if we don't all rush to sympathize at once. It's not that nobody cares or wouldn't feel bad if you died or doesn't feel bad about you in general, you've just made it totally impossible to believe that any specific moment of it has any more gravity or danger than the others.

[Magic Juan]

Life is very difficult and that is a hard thing. I don't want you, Gimp Mask, to be in terrible physical pain besides all the tough mental illness inflicted shit but you need to make an effort to work on it, which is tough to do alone.

[GimpMask]

Thanks for reminding me.

I simply made this thread because .... I can't leave it all bottled up, I was raised from a base feral child to a competent person that has found a purpose as I have associated with some of the most marvelous people, with so many different unique specimens and the totality of having been raised by a group of internet pals, inadvertently coming to realize Ill always have a home--a shantytown near the railroad tracks where naked pedophiles amble about with an erection to the amusement of a crippled vagabond and an insane investor in magikal rubies and Slavic literature.

[Fagzilla]

The point is that you're probably not going to die.

[GimpMask]

I didn't mean death! The Death Clock is a reference to shin megami tensei, and its about my leg. My leg has the potential to kill me over time but their are obvious signs something is wrong.

And I was going to be tossed to the wolves, Chris, but the hospital social worker threatened the facility as it would be illegal what they were trying.

They are trying to oust me here but I display no behavior that would indicate the need, and I would not be able to survive if they just drove me to a corner. I legitimately fit criteria dye to the severity of my condition.

I don't expect sympathetic words, nor am looking for them. I had nobody I could get this out at, and just making a thread about it abated my sorrow a bit.

I apologize if I misrepresented myself, I don't have friends or any real contact with my pair of distant family members; I had to let this out because it's a devastating realization, as bad when I researched RSD once my leg started getting bad and found out the nature of the beast.

I'm sorry, and I'm not dying, my leg is and I will never be able to walk again, well, a distance of any real length.

[Bladtman]

Get some fake legs like the Blade Runner

[GimpMask]

Yeah!