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Termyn8or -> RE: Seizures (7/7/2011 10:06:25 PM)
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"Wow, I did not expect this much attention to my post. Thanks to all that responded. I was not looking for directions, I know enough to know that I should consult with a doctor. I was simply looking for experiences, information. "
I have fallen out (fainted) about four times or so in my life. These things can happen when your blood sugar drops or something. I never sought medical attention, but that has been an anaethma to me since I was born. Some people might wonder how I survived.
I am immune to damnear everything, I got a cut now, about a week ago between my forefinger and thumb. Over ΒΌ" deep, and yes it is and that really bad spot. Wash it ? NO. That would get it wet. I have carefully avoided washing it since it happened. I have been around sick people, and smoked joints with people who had serious diseases. I simply don't catch the shit.
Two years or so ago, something got to me, and everyone around believes it was black mold. That kills alot of people who get infected with it, and it took a long time to regain my health. Now I am thinking of working out again.
I eventually went to the doctors, and I am being honest here because this is not a trivial issue - I went to doctors to get out of going to court. It didn't work. But the truth is that if I could not beat this, I would be dead, and happy with that.
I am diffferent than others. I have been shot at and shot in the face. I have been stabbed, cut and a bunch of other shit. I was practically immortal, and I want people to understand that. Except for the eye work, I have not been to doctors more than a dozen times in fifty years. The family could not afford it, even then. But they are like me, we simply don't give a shit about death.
And that is why I mentioned the anxiety. Your body and brain work together, and prolonged anxiety can become a very bad problem. Me, I simply don't care, and that is my strength. Walk in here with a gun and stick it up to my head and see what happens. I have said it before. A threat needs meaning. Death has no meaning to me.
I am not depressed or anything, but I don't fear death. I am actually curious about death. But I can't do it right now as long as certain family members are alive, and it would be just plain fucking wrong to wish for their death(s). I can handle it better than they.
In my view, this is it. You passed out. Although smelling salts have been around for a long time and it used to happen all the time, something must be done. You must submit yourself to $90,000,000 worth of scans and some insurance company pays for it, for now. Then they raise everyone's rates. A buck apiece, among over three times that amount will be generated.
They want to work and you can't fault them for that, but I refuse to support this fucking game.
I'd rather find things out for myself. And yes, they have yet another three letter acronym for what happened, but what the fuck do you care what they named it ?
Look at your picture, it depicts a tough motherfucker, built, strong and able.
I might not look like that but I live it.
T^T
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