Ontopic Health Thread: post your AIDS, diseases and infekshunz here.

The internet (and the world) would be a better place of people could be more comfortable being in their own skin and didn’t have to keep up (or one up) with the Joneses.
Funny thing looking down poor odds, it gives you a wonderfully uncluttered perspective.

Came to the same conclusion years ago when doing chemo.
 
Im roughly the same person online as in person, always have been. I think most folks are. There are a few folks who "Act out" online here, but not too many.
 
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Funny thing looking down poor odds, it gives you a wonderfully uncluttered perspective.

Came to the same conclusion years ago when doing chemo.

I think my moment of clarity came when I decided to become a full blown alcoholic in the mid to late ‘90s. I didn’t need to go full on loser though, but I achieved what I was after. A more honest reflection of myself when I looked. Like submersion therapy. I had to swim back up to get to the right level, which was also good for me.

Im roughly the same person online as in person, always have been. I think most folks are. There are a few folks who "Act out" online here, but not too many.

I’d like to believe that also, that much like real life, who you meet is who they are, and there are more genuine people than phonies. Fuck I hope so anyway. Being phony is too much work. It’s a lot easier just being who I am.
 
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I’m pretty sure I had another mild heart attack or three yesterday.

I fell asleep in the recliner for two hours and woke around 8:30am. I had only one cup of coffee so far so I went to make a second, and it hit me. Could not breathe. I now have an emergency urinal under my kitchen sink, and it got used. I eventually made my way to my bathroom and landed on a barstool I keep in there. BUT my emergency meds aren’t there, they’re back in the kitchen. I sat on the stool trying to catch my breath. For a FUCKING HOUR AND A HALF. Sweating profusely. I couldn’t get off the stool to crawl. I had my phone, but…

I won’t call anyone when this happens now. I’m ready to go. My instructions anyway are to NOT call 911, and to call the hospice people if I’m tempted to call 911, but I didn’t even want to call them. I need to revisit that.

It took over 3 hours to get stabilized, and I was shot the rest of the day. I mean, completely wiped out. The check is in the mail for the pickup/cremation service so I’d appreciate a day or two grace period please LOL.

Talk about uncomfortable. I started feeling a similar thing coming on awhile ago and hit the morphine immediately. Thank the gods for modern medicine and thank them also that I’m not such a junky that I can’t be trusted with this stuff. They actually are having trouble getting me to use enough of it.

The bright side is, long term be damned. I know I need nutrition to feel better, but I can also mix in junk whenever I want. I had a bowl of ice cream one day for breakfast, fuck it.
 
I’m pretty sure I had another mild heart attack or three yesterday.

I fell asleep in the recliner for two hours and woke around 8:30am. I had only one cup of coffee so far so I went to make a second, and it hit me. Could not breathe. I now have an emergency urinal under my kitchen sink, and it got used. I eventually made my way to my bathroom and landed on a barstool I keep in there. BUT my emergency meds aren’t there, they’re back in the kitchen. I sat on the stool trying to catch my breath. For a FUCKING HOUR AND A HALF. Sweating profusely. I couldn’t get off the stool to crawl. I had my phone, but…

I won’t call anyone when this happens now. I’m ready to go. My instructions anyway are to NOT call 911, and to call the hospice people if I’m tempted to call 911, but I didn’t even want to call them. I need to revisit that.

It took over 3 hours to get stabilized, and I was shot the rest of the day. I mean, completely wiped out. The check is in the mail for the pickup/cremation service so I’d appreciate a day or two grace period please LOL.

Talk about uncomfortable. I started feeling a similar thing coming on awhile ago and hit the morphine immediately. Thank the gods for modern medicine and thank them also that I’m not such a junky that I can’t be trusted with this stuff. They actually are having trouble getting me to use enough of it.

The bright side is, long term be damned. I know I need nutrition to feel better, but I can also mix in junk whenever I want. I had a bowl of ice cream one day for breakfast, fuck it.

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The internet (and the world) would be a better place of people could be more comfortable being in their own skin and didn’t have to keep up (or one up) with the Joneses.
I agree with that part completely - a lot of people bragging up things they (allegedly) buy to sound cool, in their head. It's become such a "pics or it didn't happen" world, people (from what I've read) have dropped a lot of hobbies and low level creative stuff. They think the bar is too high so they tap out.
I was really thinking/hoping some of us are a little better behaved irl - at least part of the time.
 
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