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[Nov. 24th, 2009|07:14 am] |
I just found the worst thing ever.
You get in an accident. Everybody thinks you're in a coma, but you're fully conscious. You try to scream and make contact, but you can't make a single sound, much less move because of your injuries. You lie awake and unable to make contact for 23 years, until a brain scan is run and it's found that you're not in a coma, but completely paralysed.
http://news.cnet.com/8301-27083_3-10403861-247.html
In Germany alone each year some 100,000 people suffer from severe traumatic brain injury. About 20,000 are followed by a coma of three weeks or longer. Some of them die, others regain health. But an estimated 3,000 to 5,000 people a year remain trapped in an intermediate stage--they go on living without ever coming back again.
Sweet dreams. |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|04:55 pm] |
I could have posted yesterday and said nothing more but "Back and to the left".
Still a puzzling event. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|06:48 pm] |
The best way to take control of a habit that requires finances to be used is to take away your ability to spend.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm jonesing pretty bad for chocolate right now, having given all money away for safe keeping in mother's account - definitely going to do the same thing for December.
Maybe therapy would be to associate chocolate with what is necessary for me to procure some right now? 10-15 minute walk, recycling bottles and using the money from that (might be an EU only thing) to get it.
If I keep at it that way, when I think chocolate I will think of a long walk, and a long walk with my bad legs and back means terrible pain, maybe that will help me lose the craving that exists or at least get it closer to my goal - once a week?
I'm just happy it's not alcohol I'm into, my liquor cabinet has enough to make an elephant forget. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|07:06 pm] |
Sooo..
Perfectly motionless in bed, slowly waking up, one of the four connection spots of the bed's feet snaps clean off for no reason. Irreparable, the wood is too old to re-use that screw-hole, the measurements are incompatible with today's bed-feet/things.
Sofa-bed has bad spring mechanisms, impossible to sleep on in non-bed form due to it's size, won't even try to sleep on the floor ever again.
Looking forward to reaching Monday alive.
e: Ok seems a large briefcase of mine will hold.. well, fuck. Okay my back will be shot from sleeping on the sofa for two weeks now. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|10:48 pm] |
"My legs are killing me, I've got abdominal pain and discomfort from the water, my head is spinning from the illness it gave me, but my upper arms are okay!"
Then I dropped and did 15 push-ups like it was nothing.
Without having to stop to catch my breath afterwards, I told her of my plan to quit, or turn my chocolate addiction into a once-ever-Saturday thing or quit it cold turkey. May this personal makeover plan work out :) |
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[Nov. 10th, 2009|07:07 am] |
Three days of drinking tap water later, it is really difficult to sleep and my stomach is so swollen you might as well ask me when the twins are due. I did change the.. thing on the end of the tap.. into a new one fresh from the shop, let it run for a while to get a good flow and rinse out any potential chemicals, too, but even then.
Maybe I'm allergic towards bad tap water.
Did you know, I can wear black clothes too?!@#
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
For one week, before going to bed, I have successfully done 15 situps (proper ones) and 15 pushups (the deal deal) without my muscles objecting to it by treating me with hot dagger jabbing-pains that lasts for weeks, and I am going to continue with it, all according to my plans.
What gets me is that I can't play Warhammer Online or other games, type for long periods of time, play music much and two minute walk is enough to give me lasting leg pains, but I can do these simple workouts daily?
Doesn't make sense. Much. But at least I can do a little something to lose weight and build muscles now. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
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I like my colour scheme. It's like I'm a cake, white cream, beige breading with black chocolate coating (hat, shoes, gloves). Going by the people downtown it was friendly for the eyes, and I was the only one not wearing all black. C'mon Swedes, the year I shape up and start wearing colours all the time you have to turn heel and do what I did?
(and is almost exactly the noise the MRI machine made yesterday, scary. Old synthesizer going through filter parameters, and yes it's crazy fun to twiddle about and find new sounds like that) |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|11:51 am] |
MRI trip-report:
Holy shit that's loud and potentially terrifying. It also made my right thumb twist and twiddle uncontrollably. Also it was definitely not made for big-boned muscular bodies like mine.
e: Early this morning, before the MRI, I suddenly got all wobbly, entoxicated like, couldn't stand straight - for no reason! It stopped after a while and was replaced by a nasty pain behind my right eye. Now the pain behind and above the right eye is back and piercingly bad. I need my head checked up. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|05:36 pm] |
This birthday was spent taking it easy with my parents, and schwartzwald cake, for a couple of hours. Talking, eating, being together in a relaxed atmosphere.
And you know what? That's as much of a gift that I can ask for. Being with the two most important people to me, after myself. I'm happy.
As long as I can afford Modern Warfare 2 on the tenth, that is. And I don't want to jinx it so I won't bring it up but I might get out of this financial situation - it's all up to my old man's talking power now.
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Got one of those zen-like sensations again, where I feel that right here, right now, things are fine. Wish I could share. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|12:04 am] |
29 going on 92
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First food eaten - a big dish of nasi goreng. Chicken, rice, veg, all fried in oil. So good. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|12:00 am] |
Over the month of October I've saved all the spam I've received to my gmail account. Something must have happened because there's only been 226 of them? Expected over 400, going by earlier in the year.
Plenty of Engrish infested site links, a few trojans and shills. The offers of cheap medication I understand because most of it comes from US sources, but can't they focus? I'd like a good source of the stuff in Europe, or national so I won't have to bother with customs. Another spam thing I'll never understand is penis enlargement. I've been with women so tight I've had trouble walking afterwards, I've thrown hotdogs down hallways, I'm average sized, I do not want or need a bigger piece, it gives me enough trouble as it is. Ever wonder why some guys wear their pants way high? Now you know!
But then again, there is that bigger is better mentality over there. Be it pricetags or bodyparts.
e: Another thing, all the viagra/cialis spam? Research indicates young men, mostly in-crowd party brats use it. Perfectly healthy people. Now risking (and dying) from complications from erectile dysfunction medication they weren't tried for and don't need. A man who hasn't encountered the phenomena called whiskey dick is not an experienced man.
*clicks Delete All Spam Messages*
Ah, bliss. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2009|09:28 pm] |
Hot dog breath sucks.
Meatball breath sucks even more.
Why do only these two foods do this.
Never happens when I have chicken-meat hot dogs. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2009|07:07 am] |
I've decided that the only thing I really need on the day of my birthday is a cake. I don't need new bedding, stylish shirts or books, I want that cake, I'm realistic, I know what matters and that money is an object, and cake matters, the other stuff I can get some other day, I don't need to rush it.
Cake has to be the most common thing at a birthday. Some people can't afford gifts ever, but they will find cake. Even if it's a candle in a muffin it is a cake, it will serve its purpose, a tasty treat with a sort of spongy substance to it and at least one candle.
Do you remember what you got for your birthdays while you were a kid? Maybe three four gifts tops right, but you do remember the cakes. Everything, down to what they wrote with the shiny green glaze everybody used in those days, and if you lean back and close your eyes and concentrate you will taste it in your mouth and feel what you felt when you ate it, but you can't do the same with your toys, and you no longer use them, you most likely no longer have them or even care about them, but you know what?
You still care about cake. Don't lie to yourself. It's a birthday. Have some cake.
(No it's not my birthday yet, just felt like bringing this up, that cake is the best thing ever and it is the truth, however - in moderation only. One cake. Do not over-eat. Share. It's going to be my birthday soon, and I'm going to make sure I won't be the only one having a good happy time, because that is the man I am today. One with a burning passion for spreading psychological well-being and helping others get on the right mental path.) |
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[Oct. 15th, 2009|08:14 pm] |
Suddenly I remembered everything I had learnt in 7th-9th grade music about reading and writing note sheets.
I love my brain, even if the shit that's going on in the right hemisphere is a tumour. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2009|07:52 pm] |
I hereby declare war on the postal company employee or employees who have been responsible for stealing my shit. If I catch you in the act, I will let you live until you have admitted to your crimes on camera, after which I will cut off your head and fuck your throat-hole, but don't worry, your friends and family will receive these wonderful pictures as Christmas cards.
175€ down the drain this far, including a lot of unique, exclusive goods that will never be signed by the artists hands again. I'm ready to see how far my muscles can go when it comes to killing someone by hand. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2009|04:38 pm] |
If you're concerned or curious about cellphone radiation, look into getting a new phone if yours is older than two three years. The upstairs neighbours have a SonyEricsson from 2006, when it receives text messages or calls, my speakers buzz. Even when it sends a handshake to/fro the closest tower, I can hear it in my speakers.
I used to have a Nokia N-Gage, it would give a slight buzz on incoming calls from the other side of the living room. Later tried a SonyEricsson T610, it would blast the living hell out of my speakers from 1-2 meters away, while the N-Gage was decent at the same distance.
Now I have a Nokia E61, and I can only tell if it's getting an incoming call or text if it starts playing the ringtone I've set it to, and these days I have it on the same desk I have my computer and my speakers. That's how little radiation it craps out.
In case science finds high radiating phones mess with your brain in the future, remember..
..I told you so!
e: Ooh. Just found out my E61's a 3G Phone. Maybe using those networks instead of noisy old GSM?
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(here's a reading tip, a very Lovecrafty cool horror piece called The Enigma of Animgara Fault. Not recommended if you get nightmares easily. I love it :) ) |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|02:58 pm] |
The first night, he nervously walked around the apartment giving off soft little meows. I lied in the sofa waiting for him to come by, and he did. He dug his claws into my right arm and pulled himelf up on my chest where he curled up and fell asleep.
Rest well, Lucifer.
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(Liver problems. He made it to 15 years of age. Last night I heard scratching and meowing.) |
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