|
|
|
UER Store
|
|
sweet UER decals:
|
|
|
|
Activity
|
|
472 online
Server Time:
2024-04-30 11:01:45
|
|
|
KublaKhan
Location: Edinburgh, Scotland Total Likes: 207 likes
With Satan, it's always gimmie, gimmie.
| | | Re: Tell us about your ailments < Reply # 21 on 12/14/2008 9:43 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by MrMusik
No kidding!!! OMFG... yesterday I was at the mall, accompanying a young tart for shopping purposes and it just kept on coming!!! I'm amazed that I didn't float away with all the gas that bottled up inside of me! Now today, I've taken TWO GIANT dumps LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-CAN'T HEAR YOU LA-LA-LA-LA and still the gas keeps on. I thought it was fun at first, but this is just getting a bit nuts!
|
| "The truth is knowable. But probably not, ever, incontrovertible." --Don DeLillo PICS |
| Samurai Vehicular Lord Rick
Location: northeastern New York Total Likes: 1900 likes
No matter where you go, there you are...
| | | Re: Tell us about your ailments < Reply # 36 on 3/27/2009 6:34 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | i've lost about 15lbs and my knee is starting to sing. it's funny, you'd think that being heavy would bother it more than losing the weight. Not in my case... the weight was keeping the knee together. Now that's starting to unload a little, when it rains or gets cold, it's a big bag of fuck you. When i was doing all these so-called 'extreme' sports back in the day, no told us that when you approached middle age that all these broken/sprained bones would come back to haunt you. Every fucking broken bone sings... on top of that, my depression is just getting worse and worse. There isn't a minute of the day I don't think about blowing my fucking head off. It's non-stop... all day long, i have these fucking macabre fantasies of how I would do myself in... this week, it's pills and a bottle of Jack Daniels. People laugh and go how dramatic... it's not dramatic when its happening to you. I manage to keep the reins of rationality on myself, but man, it just weighs you down. Did you know that the majority of people who attempt suicide really are doing it for attention. They know that someone is going to stop them from dying. That's why they always call someone and them 'goodbye'. It's the hardcore disturbed motherfuckers that just say fuck it and start singing the gun in mouth blues. No warning. No note. No phone calls. Just BANG and you're out of the blue and into the black. i've always been a bit mental. I saw a therapist for over eight years, from 13 to 21. Did no real good. I still had a temper and penchant for self-destruction. It wasn't until back in 2002 or so that when I went back to see a therapist, she figured out what the fuck was wrong with me. So, in keeping in the fine tradition of American medicine and psychiatric care, they put me on anti-depressants that did dick. They made me nuttier if anything... the last shit they had me on started me hearing voices... wow. That shit went in the garbage and I decided that I would look after my own self. I figure that if I can keep some weird objectivity on my depression, I could hang on to it. I've gotta tell you, folks... every day is a challenge to just keep it together. It never gets easier and people who never experienced anything like it sneer and always offer the ever inspiring addage, 'cheer up you depressing fuck'. thanks. i talk too fucking much here.
| |
| Shael
Location: Witherbee, NY. Gender: Female Total Likes: 7 likes
Baaaaah.
| | | Re: Tell us about your ailments < Reply # 38 on 3/27/2009 12:28 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Sam, I'm sure I'm not helping much either. Trust me. I've got my own 50lb bag of shit happening right now, on top of 11-7 this week and after two days off, it looks like I get 10 more shitty fucking days of it too starting next Tuesday. I just can't do the things I used to anymore. I turned 35 last weekend and it seems like my body decided to just give up this week. My ankle's grinding worse than usual, swollen, aching like a toothache and I need to make a doctor's appointment. As much as I don't want to. The doc will probably put me off work for a while and insist I have surgery. Right now, it's not a good time to do this because the company is threatening to cut people loose that are on the Sickness and Accident policy for too long. S and A is a policy that IP carries on it's employees that pays roughly 400 dollars a week if you can't work for some reason. If I ended up going through with the surgery, I could be off for up to six months and possibly be unable to do the job I'm classified on for good because the surgery I need doesn't always work. Often it leaves the ankle joint frozen or fused. Every case I've seen locally has led to this condition. I don't even want to talk about the fact that this other dumb condition I have is driving me nuts too. Sam knows about it, it just makes everything 10 times as bad and when I'm on night shift, if my routine gets fucked up, I'm useless for a few days. Shael
| "The best wine lies at the bottom of the pail/And Happiness lies below the navel." - Drukpa Kunley, "The Divine Madman of the Dragon Lineage" and "Saint of 5,000 Women". |
| |
This thread is in a public category, and can't be made private. |
|
All content and images copyright © 2002-2024 UER.CA and respective creators. Graphical Design by Crossfire.
To contact webmaster, or click to email with problems or other questions about this site:
UER CONTACT
View Terms of Service |
View Privacy Policy |
Server colocation provided by Beanfield
This page was generated for you in 140 milliseconds. Since June 23, 2002, a total of 739955394 pages have been generated.
|
|