diemdepyro
Well-Known Member
My spine is cutting the cord at the c-3 level.I am not paralyzed but i will be if I don't quit breathing first. Slowly very slowly. Nothing helps. There is no surgery no treatment. Pain killers are all bullshit. Doctors are all patronizing wieners with dollar signs in there eyes.
In my sublime agony I laugh. I laugh because amongst all this bullshit... life goes on. I try to ignore my prognosis. Sweet, sweet denial. I love denial. I love thinking someday if I can live long enough some smart doc will cure me. Then I wake up and realize i am fucked. Was that a dream? Was it a nightmare?
This is all a bad dream and I am fine? I hope so? I took celebrex for 5 years and stroked out. Some days I wish The stroke led me to a dirt nap. The bliss of death. Who wants to live with pain that is only guaranteed to get worse on a daily basis?
I keep a giant handgun loaded, cocked, semi brass jacked hollow points , safety off by my bed. I ask myself "is this the day?" . Frequently I awake in agony. Body parts paralysed by spasm. Some times I have to sleep sitting up. All I desire then is to sleep laying down. Never satisfied with my position.
Pain is my mistress. Sleep eludes me. Death defies me.
Doctors insult me. This dog watches me.
The dog is my shadow. That is truly mans best friend. No matter how angry I get that animal is capable of unconditional love.
On my bad days nobody wants to hear me scream. The strength and duration of my pain are apparently limitless.
I know it is hard to watch a loved one suffer, locked is spasm, water leaks from my face.
My good days are filled with denial and hope. Usually mixed with some potent dope.
I watch what I eat exercise do all the right things. This is ironic , worried about my cholesterol and sleeping with a weapon. Always hoping that I will have the courage to end this all when the time comes.
I went to some pain managers. Tons of morphine. Never worked. Oxy never worked. Stadol......demerol....I have tried all the pain killers. They only numb your intellect. Being too stupid to fully appreciate your situation.
Feel free to post your own rants it helps. Spill your guts. If you tell it you have accepted it. Until the sweet sweet denial sets in.
In my sublime agony I laugh. I laugh because amongst all this bullshit... life goes on. I try to ignore my prognosis. Sweet, sweet denial. I love denial. I love thinking someday if I can live long enough some smart doc will cure me. Then I wake up and realize i am fucked. Was that a dream? Was it a nightmare?
This is all a bad dream and I am fine? I hope so? I took celebrex for 5 years and stroked out. Some days I wish The stroke led me to a dirt nap. The bliss of death. Who wants to live with pain that is only guaranteed to get worse on a daily basis?
I keep a giant handgun loaded, cocked, semi brass jacked hollow points , safety off by my bed. I ask myself "is this the day?" . Frequently I awake in agony. Body parts paralysed by spasm. Some times I have to sleep sitting up. All I desire then is to sleep laying down. Never satisfied with my position.
Pain is my mistress. Sleep eludes me. Death defies me.
Doctors insult me. This dog watches me.
The dog is my shadow. That is truly mans best friend. No matter how angry I get that animal is capable of unconditional love.
On my bad days nobody wants to hear me scream. The strength and duration of my pain are apparently limitless.
I know it is hard to watch a loved one suffer, locked is spasm, water leaks from my face.
My good days are filled with denial and hope. Usually mixed with some potent dope.
I watch what I eat exercise do all the right things. This is ironic , worried about my cholesterol and sleeping with a weapon. Always hoping that I will have the courage to end this all when the time comes.
I went to some pain managers. Tons of morphine. Never worked. Oxy never worked. Stadol......demerol....I have tried all the pain killers. They only numb your intellect. Being too stupid to fully appreciate your situation.
Feel free to post your own rants it helps. Spill your guts. If you tell it you have accepted it. Until the sweet sweet denial sets in.