Sunday, August 23, 2009
sweet look
Picture earlier in the night of the wonderful work done by the doctor last Friday yanking out my nodular fasciitis. Remnants from some of my trip to the ER back in 2006. Turns out there were pieces of gravel and glass in my arm. That's fun!Labels: near-death
Sunday, May 31, 2009
words can not totatly describe this
So I had a couple of dreams over the night during what is becoming a regularly bad pattern of sleep. The first one and part of the second dream happened before I woke up around 5 am. I was up until around 6:30 obsessing on something before going back to bed where the second dream picked back up until I woke up about 15 minutes ago. The second dream is really the most disturbing but I'll put them both out there as best as I can recall.
Dream 1. There is some damage at the house of girl I had been seeing. It appeared to be ceiling damage which I had not had any impact on creating, but I became involved with fixing. It was a bit beyond my capability but I gave it a go. Along the way there was an accident and what had been started became damaged. Again, not sure if was at fault but I snuck in to refix it. It appears as if I was doing a good job as I recall commenting that was doing much better as a result of the first time's practice. I'm in some crawl space fixing something with plaster or getting something ready for paint when I hear somebody talking with the girl I was seeing about redoing the kitchen with a professional. I said something to this somebody about how I did that and it cost like 30k. This somebody ask the girl I'm seeing about this, she ignores it, and they continue talking.
I then started off the second dream, but I woke up woke up with the first dream still in focus in my head so I tried to figure out who this somebody was and pulled up facebook and finally found out who it was (it was her roommate). Unfortunately that led to over an hour of obsessing over a post on that persons' facebook profile for a while before forcing myself to sleep.
Dream 2. I've had this experience where I pick up dreams that had started before whether it was in earlier in the night's sleep (like todays) or days later. I don't recall exactly where things broke off, but it started with me seeing a car for sale. It matched exactly to a picture I had of a car (I'm assuming it is a car my dad had from his youth that he had painted refrigerator white). So I thought I'd borrow the car and take it to my dad's old house which was nearby. I walked to the car and the keys were there but there was nobody in the house so I took it for a ride around the block to my dad's old place and snapped the picture from across the street. I then noticed an open garage door around the corner of somebody I thought knew my family (or was it a shed, either way I had to walk around the corner to get there) so I headed that way. Turns out it was a family friend and we chatted for a few minutes, talked about the car, then I noticed some police sirens. I was a little scared but figured I had to clear things up.
As I walk towards the police, I have the picture out and say I can explain. I'm enveloped by a pack of cops who take me a bit roughly towards the house with the car. I see the owner of the house coming out and I'm saying all the while that I took the car that it was my issue exclusively. Next thing I know I'm being taken to the basement of the house where a variety of small balls are laying around the floor. I get tied up in such a way that my arms are tied but can have pressure applied to me. They start asking me a series of questions about the car but all I know is the truth. The pain is excruciating as they have somebody kneeing me in the back while yanking on my arms, eventually I pass out but (un)conveniently for me I was viewing this as third person (maybe the whole part or maybe just this part, not sure). I think the balls on the floor allowed them to get more pressure but what do I know about the subtleties of torture.
I wake to see the even more terrified home owner getting tied up. I tell them that they're making a terrible mistake and say that he had nothing to do with this. They set him up in a similar position but the restraints were not set totally set with him. They then began applying the pressure to him as I heard things pop, bones or joints I did not know, but I did know that the home owner resisted fiercely and somehow got his head beneath one of the loose straps. The police were just enjoying the torture and didn't notice that his neck was beneath as they continued to yank on his arms like a rag doll. His neck and mouth were underneath the restraints and I could see his face flapping for air as they pulled. I screamed out and they finally noticed they were killing him. The flap that was covering his face was removed just in time for me to see him convulse to death. I had skirted myself against a wall and found myself out of my bonds. The police were all shocked by this and there was talk about what to do with me. I think they were contemplating letting me go and this is about when I woke up; maybe on a good note.
So, what the fuck is wrong with me?!
Dream 1. There is some damage at the house of girl I had been seeing. It appeared to be ceiling damage which I had not had any impact on creating, but I became involved with fixing. It was a bit beyond my capability but I gave it a go. Along the way there was an accident and what had been started became damaged. Again, not sure if was at fault but I snuck in to refix it. It appears as if I was doing a good job as I recall commenting that was doing much better as a result of the first time's practice. I'm in some crawl space fixing something with plaster or getting something ready for paint when I hear somebody talking with the girl I was seeing about redoing the kitchen with a professional. I said something to this somebody about how I did that and it cost like 30k. This somebody ask the girl I'm seeing about this, she ignores it, and they continue talking.
I then started off the second dream, but I woke up woke up with the first dream still in focus in my head so I tried to figure out who this somebody was and pulled up facebook and finally found out who it was (it was her roommate). Unfortunately that led to over an hour of obsessing over a post on that persons' facebook profile for a while before forcing myself to sleep.
Dream 2. I've had this experience where I pick up dreams that had started before whether it was in earlier in the night's sleep (like todays) or days later. I don't recall exactly where things broke off, but it started with me seeing a car for sale. It matched exactly to a picture I had of a car (I'm assuming it is a car my dad had from his youth that he had painted refrigerator white). So I thought I'd borrow the car and take it to my dad's old house which was nearby. I walked to the car and the keys were there but there was nobody in the house so I took it for a ride around the block to my dad's old place and snapped the picture from across the street. I then noticed an open garage door around the corner of somebody I thought knew my family (or was it a shed, either way I had to walk around the corner to get there) so I headed that way. Turns out it was a family friend and we chatted for a few minutes, talked about the car, then I noticed some police sirens. I was a little scared but figured I had to clear things up.
As I walk towards the police, I have the picture out and say I can explain. I'm enveloped by a pack of cops who take me a bit roughly towards the house with the car. I see the owner of the house coming out and I'm saying all the while that I took the car that it was my issue exclusively. Next thing I know I'm being taken to the basement of the house where a variety of small balls are laying around the floor. I get tied up in such a way that my arms are tied but can have pressure applied to me. They start asking me a series of questions about the car but all I know is the truth. The pain is excruciating as they have somebody kneeing me in the back while yanking on my arms, eventually I pass out but (un)conveniently for me I was viewing this as third person (maybe the whole part or maybe just this part, not sure). I think the balls on the floor allowed them to get more pressure but what do I know about the subtleties of torture.
I wake to see the even more terrified home owner getting tied up. I tell them that they're making a terrible mistake and say that he had nothing to do with this. They set him up in a similar position but the restraints were not set totally set with him. They then began applying the pressure to him as I heard things pop, bones or joints I did not know, but I did know that the home owner resisted fiercely and somehow got his head beneath one of the loose straps. The police were just enjoying the torture and didn't notice that his neck was beneath as they continued to yank on his arms like a rag doll. His neck and mouth were underneath the restraints and I could see his face flapping for air as they pulled. I screamed out and they finally noticed they were killing him. The flap that was covering his face was removed just in time for me to see him convulse to death. I had skirted myself against a wall and found myself out of my bonds. The police were all shocked by this and there was talk about what to do with me. I think they were contemplating letting me go and this is about when I woke up; maybe on a good note.
So, what the fuck is wrong with me?!
Labels: dreams, near-death, sleep
Monday, April 21, 2008
another trip to the ER?
How better to celebrate my brother leaving? How about a trip to the ER? I made it took a bit of a spill out of a car and busted open my forehead. I couldn't even make it two full years without a return trip to that place. I'd post pics, but they don't looks so good. At least they aren't as bad as the last time.
Labels: near-death
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Well, things didn't go so well Friday night. After the party, a bunch of us headed downtown (Mac, 420, Patches, incognegro, Winston, Flashman, among others) and a good time was had by all. Winston had agreed to drive me and incognegro back to my place. That's where the fun started.
We left the bar and were heading up Red River when I stepped off a curb wrong. The rest of the experience really felt as if I was looking up from the ground. I saw myself falling face first towards the concrete, but not before some glass broke in my path. The small pieces of glass look huge from the ground and my body looks like a tree being cut to the ground. My body is surprisingly limp except my right arm which is desperately trying to brace the fall though this will do no good.
My next angle is behind the right side of my face as it impacts the shards of glass, viscously breaking my fall before the concrete.
The rest of the next few hours are a blur: me actually realizing I needed to go to the hospital; the look on the cop when he first saw my bloody cut face; the medic in the back of the ambulance saying to remain calm and me responding that I had no other choice; the flurry of activity as I was pulled into the emergency room when I asked for them to spare my shirt, coughing out blood while saying it was from Brazil; somebody mentioning how much glass had been in my face; me verifying that I would be able to go to Sealy's wedding Saturday night.
Some were a bit more vivid, like when the second doctor couldn't close the cut on my neck and me coming back to myself. Questioning something I've taken for granted my entire life. I've never said the words before and hope to never again: am I going to die?
The answer was an obvious one for them and I know why. I needed to know I was going to live even if it was a lie. In death, that would've been the greatest lie ever. In life, it seems almost matter-of-fact.
The total damage was 30 stitches. I've got a cut from the right eye to my mouth and two on my chin. Though I did learn after the fact that the carotid artery was cut, it definitely could've been a lot worse.
incognegro came back to hang out after the work was done. I quickly got back to my flippant style of things and had him take some pictures of the mayhem that once were my internal liquids. We got back to my place around 7 am Saturday and I slept like the dead. Funny, I didn't find out until I woke up that I should've been woken up every few hours in case of a more serious concussion.
I was woken up by a knocking on the front door. I got up, but only barely. I can only imagine what Patches was thinking when he saw me approaching the back door of the house. Me, wrapped up like a mummy with bloody gauze.
It was around 1:30 and I decided to stay up. I woke up the house guest and we sat around most of the day. It was obvious I was in no condition to go to Sealy's wedding so incognegro headed out without me. The Saw came back later in the day and picked up some of my medication.
The rest of the day was uneventful, though I called up some people to let them know. I was thinking of not doing anything, but it's kind of tough to hide the damage the glass and concrete do to a face (that could be a fortune cookie).
I took incognegro back to the airport a bit earlier today after successfully doing nothing of consequence (though I did get him to watch the classic Time Bandits).
I think I'll be looking forward to boring weekends from now on.
We left the bar and were heading up Red River when I stepped off a curb wrong. The rest of the experience really felt as if I was looking up from the ground. I saw myself falling face first towards the concrete, but not before some glass broke in my path. The small pieces of glass look huge from the ground and my body looks like a tree being cut to the ground. My body is surprisingly limp except my right arm which is desperately trying to brace the fall though this will do no good.
My next angle is behind the right side of my face as it impacts the shards of glass, viscously breaking my fall before the concrete.
The rest of the next few hours are a blur: me actually realizing I needed to go to the hospital; the look on the cop when he first saw my bloody cut face; the medic in the back of the ambulance saying to remain calm and me responding that I had no other choice; the flurry of activity as I was pulled into the emergency room when I asked for them to spare my shirt, coughing out blood while saying it was from Brazil; somebody mentioning how much glass had been in my face; me verifying that I would be able to go to Sealy's wedding Saturday night.
Some were a bit more vivid, like when the second doctor couldn't close the cut on my neck and me coming back to myself. Questioning something I've taken for granted my entire life. I've never said the words before and hope to never again: am I going to die?
The answer was an obvious one for them and I know why. I needed to know I was going to live even if it was a lie. In death, that would've been the greatest lie ever. In life, it seems almost matter-of-fact.
The total damage was 30 stitches. I've got a cut from the right eye to my mouth and two on my chin. Though I did learn after the fact that the carotid artery was cut, it definitely could've been a lot worse.
incognegro came back to hang out after the work was done. I quickly got back to my flippant style of things and had him take some pictures of the mayhem that once were my internal liquids. We got back to my place around 7 am Saturday and I slept like the dead. Funny, I didn't find out until I woke up that I should've been woken up every few hours in case of a more serious concussion.
I was woken up by a knocking on the front door. I got up, but only barely. I can only imagine what Patches was thinking when he saw me approaching the back door of the house. Me, wrapped up like a mummy with bloody gauze.
It was around 1:30 and I decided to stay up. I woke up the house guest and we sat around most of the day. It was obvious I was in no condition to go to Sealy's wedding so incognegro headed out without me. The Saw came back later in the day and picked up some of my medication.
The rest of the day was uneventful, though I called up some people to let them know. I was thinking of not doing anything, but it's kind of tough to hide the damage the glass and concrete do to a face (that could be a fortune cookie).
I took incognegro back to the airport a bit earlier today after successfully doing nothing of consequence (though I did get him to watch the classic Time Bandits).
I think I'll be looking forward to boring weekends from now on.
Labels: 420, flashman, incognegro, mac, movies, near-death, stupidity, winston
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Ever go to a restaurant and have the bill comped? Well, ever for the reason of an electrical fire?
So I go to the Carrabba's for dinner with a friend of mine. Vino, viand and good company, what more could you ask for? It was a pretty rainy evening and we arrived a little past 8:30 pm. We had appetizers and everything was going pretty well. The staff was very friendly so we weren't surprised when the general manager stopped by our table. We were surprised when he said that there was smoke coming into the restaurant and that it wasn't coming from the kitchen; the fire department had been alerted and were on their way. Great timing as the bread, calamari and salad had me filled up. So we headed out to the porch and hung out and talked. Lots of fire trucks, police, and EMT units arrived. The wait staff came by with some more wine to help kill the time.
We waited outside until past eleven, but they were done for the night. We had the intention of getting some dessert but that'll have to be another time. Our waitress bagged our remaining food. I had no cash to give her, but MA did. Good thing for people with money. As for fires, this was a pretty good one.
Well, I'm going to have myself a glass of port and pass the hell out.
So I go to the Carrabba's for dinner with a friend of mine. Vino, viand and good company, what more could you ask for? It was a pretty rainy evening and we arrived a little past 8:30 pm. We had appetizers and everything was going pretty well. The staff was very friendly so we weren't surprised when the general manager stopped by our table. We were surprised when he said that there was smoke coming into the restaurant and that it wasn't coming from the kitchen; the fire department had been alerted and were on their way. Great timing as the bread, calamari and salad had me filled up. So we headed out to the porch and hung out and talked. Lots of fire trucks, police, and EMT units arrived. The wait staff came by with some more wine to help kill the time.
We waited outside until past eleven, but they were done for the night. We had the intention of getting some dessert but that'll have to be another time. Our waitress bagged our remaining food. I had no cash to give her, but MA did. Good thing for people with money. As for fires, this was a pretty good one.
Well, I'm going to have myself a glass of port and pass the hell out.
Labels: food, minutia, near-death
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