Fuck the Parkinson's, the Dr just gave me a reason to smoke MORE!
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grokit
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Vicki
Herbal Alchemist
Vicki
Herbal Alchemist
I think this is very appropriate.
http://thoughtcatalog.com/lauren-anne/2014/08/what-its-really-like-to-be-chronically-ill/
What It’s Really Like To Be Chronically Ill
Society’s recent obsession with cancer stories and movies like The Fault in Our Stars made me realize that the average person doesn’t know what it’s really like to be sick. Chronically sick. What it’s like to wake up every morning and know you’re never going to get better. No amount of medicine, doctors, surgeries, and procedures can fix you.
I think the reason why people today love to hear about cancer stories is because they are just that. They are stories. They have a beginning, middle, and an end. While that end may not be a happy one, people are satisfied with closure. But my story doesn’t have an end. And people don’t seem to like stories without an ending.
Being sick isn’t as glamorous as they make it out to be in the movies. And unlike cancer perks, there are no “chronic illness perks.” Except maybe those really good lollipops at the doctor’s office. Those are definitely a perk.
The worst part about being chronically sick isn’t the physical pain, it’s the emotional pain that goes along with it. You reach a point where you can’t hold back the tears any longer and suddenly you’re breaking down in the middle of a doctor’s office. You think you can escape the emotional torture; your disease is purely physical, right?
The worst part is that there is no escape. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is no happy ending. There is no way to make the incurable go away. We learn to tolerate the physical pain. You have to. But it’s the overwhelming emotional burden that makes you feel like someone is holding your head down in the water. You can fight it, but you can never overcome that crushing feeling. How are you supposed to get rid of an emotional suffocation when the source of it is never going to go away?
Being sick is being stuck in the eternal clutch of the unknown. Any day anything could go wrong, or at least more wrong than it already has. It’s so hard not to feel anxious or depressed or completely lost when all that lies ahead is a giant question mark. You rarely seem to get answers when you are sick. And when you do, they’re often the answers you wish you hadn’t heard any way.
There’s one thing every single sick person wishes for, but rarely gets. Hope. Hope that one day things will get better. Hope that there will finally be a day when your pain is a zero on that silly little scale. Hope that one day you’ll get a glimpse of normal.
I know technically being sick means my genes suck or my body just plain hates me, but somehow being sick has made me better. I may be biased, but I think that sick people — especially young sick people — are some of the best people you will ever meet. Now don’t get me wrong, healthy people are great too. But when you’re sick, you understand things that other people might take for granted.
You learn to love every good second, every good minute, of any of those few good days you might have. You don’t fear death because you’ve already stared it straight in the face quite a few times. You know it’s not important to dwell on the little things. You have more important things to worry about.
So as many times as I’ve wished to be normal for even just a day, I’ve appreciated my life, both the good and the bad, so much more as a chronically ill young person that I ever could have as a regular teenager.
Being sick makes you strong. Being sick makes you weak. Being sick gives you insight and knowledge about life as it eats away at your own. Being sick is the greatest blessing in disguise. It is so much more than just having an illness. It’s having your entire life be taken out of your control, and fighting to get it back. And that fight will never end.
http://thoughtcatalog.com/lauren-anne/2014/08/what-its-really-like-to-be-chronically-ill/
What It’s Really Like To Be Chronically Ill
Society’s recent obsession with cancer stories and movies like The Fault in Our Stars made me realize that the average person doesn’t know what it’s really like to be sick. Chronically sick. What it’s like to wake up every morning and know you’re never going to get better. No amount of medicine, doctors, surgeries, and procedures can fix you.
I think the reason why people today love to hear about cancer stories is because they are just that. They are stories. They have a beginning, middle, and an end. While that end may not be a happy one, people are satisfied with closure. But my story doesn’t have an end. And people don’t seem to like stories without an ending.
Being sick isn’t as glamorous as they make it out to be in the movies. And unlike cancer perks, there are no “chronic illness perks.” Except maybe those really good lollipops at the doctor’s office. Those are definitely a perk.
The worst part about being chronically sick isn’t the physical pain, it’s the emotional pain that goes along with it. You reach a point where you can’t hold back the tears any longer and suddenly you’re breaking down in the middle of a doctor’s office. You think you can escape the emotional torture; your disease is purely physical, right?
The worst part is that there is no escape. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. There is no happy ending. There is no way to make the incurable go away. We learn to tolerate the physical pain. You have to. But it’s the overwhelming emotional burden that makes you feel like someone is holding your head down in the water. You can fight it, but you can never overcome that crushing feeling. How are you supposed to get rid of an emotional suffocation when the source of it is never going to go away?
Being sick is being stuck in the eternal clutch of the unknown. Any day anything could go wrong, or at least more wrong than it already has. It’s so hard not to feel anxious or depressed or completely lost when all that lies ahead is a giant question mark. You rarely seem to get answers when you are sick. And when you do, they’re often the answers you wish you hadn’t heard any way.
There’s one thing every single sick person wishes for, but rarely gets. Hope. Hope that one day things will get better. Hope that there will finally be a day when your pain is a zero on that silly little scale. Hope that one day you’ll get a glimpse of normal.
I know technically being sick means my genes suck or my body just plain hates me, but somehow being sick has made me better. I may be biased, but I think that sick people — especially young sick people — are some of the best people you will ever meet. Now don’t get me wrong, healthy people are great too. But when you’re sick, you understand things that other people might take for granted.
You learn to love every good second, every good minute, of any of those few good days you might have. You don’t fear death because you’ve already stared it straight in the face quite a few times. You know it’s not important to dwell on the little things. You have more important things to worry about.
So as many times as I’ve wished to be normal for even just a day, I’ve appreciated my life, both the good and the bad, so much more as a chronically ill young person that I ever could have as a regular teenager.
Being sick makes you strong. Being sick makes you weak. Being sick gives you insight and knowledge about life as it eats away at your own. Being sick is the greatest blessing in disguise. It is so much more than just having an illness. It’s having your entire life be taken out of your control, and fighting to get it back. And that fight will never end.
grokit
well-worn member
Vicki
Herbal Alchemist
Kitty is kinda harsh!
I was just looking for an excuse to post that image
I've been looking for an excuse to post my meme for a long time! Your post just happened to be the perfect moment to do it.
RUDE BOY
Space is the Place
YES ! As long as you also have cash and don't touch I don't think they care if you cry a bit.Does this work for grown men at strip clubs?
t-dub
Vapor Sloth
You need to get over to Asia my friend. Touching allowed . . .
dorkus_molorkus
Well-Known Member
You need to get over to Asia my friend. Touching allowed . . .
Damn fucking straight!
I once knew this stripper & her name was 'Pussy'.
She was very skilled, I found her 'menu' on a telephone pole.
Our date started with a number 3 while she performed a number 4.
We had bit of a go at some number 1, but she was the master there let me tell you!
I couldnt hit a thing!
Not quite like greased lightning but it was certainly greased something.
Then we had a bite to eat with a number 15, but it turns out it wasnt quite dead so she had to do an emergency no.6.
Then she did a number 17 to my mom & showed me what to do with my egg noodle via a number 5.
It was very educational.
Until I made number 2 everywhere...........................................
But then, I found myself involved with some sort of sex cult.
Im now convinced that @Stu will be reincarnated as Micheal Jackson the homo entertainment dog.
Although, coming back as a black rat is statistically possible. Just because you haggled down from $5 to $2.50 & a tic-tac for her breath afterwards, it still counts as paying for it.
I also now know that his *ahem* lady boy son was conceived after a nice round of middle class mr & mrs stu break out the lube, some latex and the gagball. nice!
You shoulda either been polite or romantic, but no, you had to go and get yr freak on didnt ya?
Ya little weirdo.
It seems only the British have boys. @fluffhead I hope you were still polite at the end & thanked mrs fluffhead for her time & effort.
(its the polite thing to do after all)
It seems I have found the real reason I was an orphan. Its a bitter sweet sorta ying/yang moment.
Im sure you all understand.
On the upside, it seems if I host a no charge gangbang in my pants I get a free puppy!
Anyhoo, I gotta go, my seeing eye dog has just got some new porn.
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RUDE BOY
Space is the Place
You need to get over to Asia my friend. Touching allowed . . .
Touch now 'n' cry latter.
Edit; and I'll take a #12 with a side of #14 to start.
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momofthegoons
vapor accessory addict
grokit
well-worn member
Haha I recently rented one of those^ last winter, a 24' model to make a 100-mile move on a frozen highway. When I checked it out, the old guy in the laundromat rocking chair said, "that size is a bit squirrelly this time of year". This time I bought the insurance, it was a white-knuckle day for sure!
Vicki
Herbal Alchemist
My husband had to drive a 26' model over 1,000 miles in the dead of winter, some through mountains in Tennessee. I was a wreck the whole time.
dorkus_molorkus
Well-Known Member
OMG thats the biggest bike rack Ive ever seen!
How can someone screw up putting on a headband so badly?
It looks like its hungry, someone jam a fucking cheeseburger in that thing quick before it eats the pillow.
I would need a full body condom and a mining helmet to play that arena.
Who am I, John Holmes or Bon Jovi?
Lolz- I swear when she bent over I could hear the ocean!
Is this some sort of nthn mexican kangaroo pouch type dealio?
I mean is that where she keeps her purse, phone & other shit?
Like a Buick?
Holy shit I imagine some disastrous kinky 69 action?
If she was angry she could crush yo skull like a fucking walnut and then strangle you with her misplaced headband.
In the end there is @Stu with just a couple of skinny legs wearing flip flops sticking out with the muffled cries of 'OMG it fucking stinks in here! Hey look a Buick!'
Death by snoo-snoo!
exhibit 'B'
@Stu as the Micheal Jackson homo entertainment dog & his new 'girlfriend' 'Bob'
How can someone screw up putting on a headband so badly?
It looks like its hungry, someone jam a fucking cheeseburger in that thing quick before it eats the pillow.
I would need a full body condom and a mining helmet to play that arena.
Who am I, John Holmes or Bon Jovi?
Lolz- I swear when she bent over I could hear the ocean!
Is this some sort of nthn mexican kangaroo pouch type dealio?
I mean is that where she keeps her purse, phone & other shit?
Like a Buick?
Holy shit I imagine some disastrous kinky 69 action?
If she was angry she could crush yo skull like a fucking walnut and then strangle you with her misplaced headband.
In the end there is @Stu with just a couple of skinny legs wearing flip flops sticking out with the muffled cries of 'OMG it fucking stinks in here! Hey look a Buick!'
Death by snoo-snoo!
exhibit 'B'
@Stu as the Micheal Jackson homo entertainment dog & his new 'girlfriend' 'Bob'
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momofthegoons
vapor accessory addict
Hope you all had a great weekend... but alas... it's over and it's Monday.
t-dub
Vapor Sloth
I did, thanks RB . . .
Getting rested up for Bruno Mars right now, both my nieces are napping. They are really excited. I will try and snap some photos without getting into trouble . . . 
Quetzalcoatl
DEADY GUERRERO/DIRT COBAIN/GEORGE KUSH
Robin Williams passed away today 
