Billy Rhomboid wrote:Morten, sorry dude, you have slipped back a place in the forum Emo-X-Factor.
You're goddamn right I'm the front-runner.
You're goddamn right I'm the front-runner.
You're goddamn right I'm the front-runner.
You're goddamn right I'm the front-runner.
So I had the boxiest of sets displayed on my shelf. My grandma yelled at me to put it away somewhere else because she mistook it for Voldemort.
With every year you age, it becomes harder and harder to distinguish bald Canadians from evil wizards.
With every year you age, it becomes harder and harder to distinguish bald Canadians from evil wizards.
Only analog is real.
Octillus wrote:Billy Rhomboid wrote:Morten, sorry dude, you have slipped back a place in the forum Emo-X-Factor.
You're goddamn right I'm the front-runner.
I cried at the end of a King's X concert. You're cool. I wouldn't want you any other way.
djskrimp wrote:Octillus wrote:Billy Rhomboid wrote:Morten, sorry dude, you have slipped back a place in the forum Emo-X-Factor.
You're goddamn right I'm the front-runner.
I cried at the end of a King's X concert. You're cool. I wouldn't want you any other way.
You could be court-martialled for that. With good reason.
Billy, have you ever cried? Or is your beard growing through your tearducts as well? 
swervedriver wrote:Billy, have you ever cried? Or is your beard growing through your tearducts as well?
Why, yes, of course. I am not totally without feelings. I shed a few tears at the birth of my first child, while watching Brief Encounter and once when I overcooked a leg of mutton.
Although I was peeling onions at the time of #3 so it doesn't count. And #2 is not true, i just say that to make girls think I am sensitive.
Just off the phone.
My Uncle passed away this morning aged 79...just a few weeks after his wife.
Fucking cancer (both).
My Uncle passed away this morning aged 79...just a few weeks after his wife.
Fucking cancer (both).
Peter Cook wrote:If I were creator of the Universe I would have left that part out.
Coma Divine wrote:Just off the phone.
My Uncle passed away this morning aged 79...just a few weeks after his wife.
Fucking cancer (both).Peter Cook wrote:If I were creator of the Universe I would have left that part out.
bummer, sorry to hear that, Dave!
Coma Divine wrote:Just off the phone.
My Uncle passed away this morning aged 79...just a few weeks after his wife.
Fucking cancer (both).Peter Cook wrote:If I were creator of the Universe I would have left that part out.
Sorry for your loss man
best wishes and vibes your way. Death is something unlike any other, and equally unlike anything else to deal with.
im sure ive said this in the past, but
fuck cancer, mang
right in the fucking ass
fuck cancer, mang
right in the fucking ass
Coma Divine wrote:Just off the phone.
My Uncle passed away this morning aged 79...just a few weeks after his wife.
Fucking cancer (both).Peter Cook wrote:If I were creator of the Universe I would have left that part out.
Fuck. I'm sorry to hear it, man. Cancer's the worst.
jesus. now I'M jumping on the bandwagon. i'm having a bit of a scare right now, a symptom that could be a sign of cancer but it could also just be a fluke. i don't have any insurance or money, so i'm going to wait a while to see if it goes away before trying to see a doctor about it. whatever... i could go into details about why this isn't actually a big deal to me, but i don't want to.
let's all get OFF this wagon, yo.
let's all get OFF this wagon, yo.
Sorry to hear about the cancer stuff, everyone.
Cancer can go eat a dick and choke on it.
Sorry for your losses, Dave.
Not sure if I have much to add here. Death sucks. It really really really does.
But hey... for everyone's amusement, I thought I'd share my week of horror. It was horrible, but in hindsight... definitely laughable.
Tuesday last week, I did the usual: went to the university computer lab because my laptop is still in repair. After having procrastinated for an hour I found myself in excruciating pain that would neither get better or worse. Just constant aching from my lower right torso. Dragged myself and my stuff 6 floors down to the reception where I told the lady there something like "I don't know who to call... but I am in horrible pain. Heh." She called a security guy who looked after me while she sorted things out, and I eventually told them we should call an ambulance. While waiting (In agony! Bawbawbaw!
) I had to get out for some air, and vomited all over the side walk. I believe I said something like "Well that's not very classy..." The ambulance was a lass on a bike who checked stuff such as my blood pressure, blood, temperature and gave me nitride oxide. All it did was numbing the pain by turning the present into the past in a way. I probably said a bunch of stupid stuff. I also remember her repeating "Take slow breaths or you'll go WOOOH!". Huurrrr... whoooO! After almost 2 hours of all this, an actual ambulance finally arrived and picked me up.
At the A&E I waited around a lot, dreading the retuuurn of the pain as I was off the gas.... but to my surprise and delight, it was gone! When I finally got checked by a doctor (who wasn't too bad looking, hurrrr), that made it a bit diiifficult. Both him and another doctor had problems finding my veins for a proper blood sample (they always do!), so a nurse had to take it from the side of my wrist. Huh. After a urine sample they found blood, so they wanted to take a CT. After having waited for that for hoooours they took me to the hospital wards, all though I felt fine. Spent most of my time there helping an older lady with cancer and an epic pink flannel pyjamas with black cats into bed... which she kept getting out of due to being veeery restless after a two week stay. The girl right across me looked like she was dying, but actually improved a lot during my stay. Her mum looked exactly like Anne Holt.
After having waited most of the day, they wheeled me to the CT scan room, followed by a Violet (and Ziltoid) who had just arrived to visit meee! It turned out that yes, I did have a kidney stone (after having talked to various medics, it's most likely to me drinking too little. Which is true). Drink yer water kiddies! As the stone didn't pass during my stay there, they recommended I stayed the night, which I did. I left the day after because I HAD to write my essay and pack for my flight back to Norway on Friday. Turns out the receptionist lady had gotten my essay postponed. :3 So it was mostly a relaxing day in the computer lab.
On thursday I had to be at the hospital at 7, having eaten nothing since midnight - because I was having an operation. I probably waited (and slept!) in the waiting area until 12-13ish. It was cold and my empty stomach kept waking me up. When it was my turn I got into some spiffy looking hospital garment, and headed for the operation room where they put me in general anaesthesia (?). It was like being dead for 3 hours or so. They removed the stone and inserted a fucking stent from my kidney to my bladder. After telling me I should stay another night, a guy working at the student halls I live in was sweet enough to bring my suit cases to me. Forever grateful. After a late night of crocheting I couldn't sleep at all, and dragged myself up 6AM to get to St Pancras train station to get to Gatwick airport.
THIS was horrible. Got myself and my stuff into a taxi... that turned out to only accept cash, so we spent way to much time trying to find a cash machine that WORKED. Eventually he had to let me off at St Pancras where I (after much running back and forth) finally found a cash machine that worked. I gave him £10 and ran everywhere with my heavy baggage to find my train. The people I found couldn't help me because they were working for another company. <_< I finally found my train, got my ticket out and had FOUR minutes of waiting. Shit that was a close one. When getting on the train my suit case broke, and I got really ill due to all this hassle in my stupid condition. As I sat there I read that Christopher Hitchens had passed away, which made me saaad.
Getting off the train, to the airport, checking in my baggage and getting to security took the remaining energy I had. As I was going through security I thought "Well this can't go well", and of course I got called aside for an extra check. As I thought I was about to collapse, the woman checking me noticed, had me sit down and gave me WATER! Omnomnomnom. Since then I got wheeled around together with a Norwegian lass and a blind Malaysian lad. Due to late assistance in Oslo airport I missed my flight to Trondheim, but people sorted that for me, so all I had to do was wait a lot. My grandparents greeted my at the airport, drove me home. Since then I've been hanging out with friends and family, and it's mostly been good... except for when the pain returned on Sunday for an hour or so.
If you thought this text was long, just be glad I skipped all the gory humiliating TMI stuff.
But hey... for everyone's amusement, I thought I'd share my week of horror. It was horrible, but in hindsight... definitely laughable.
Tuesday last week, I did the usual: went to the university computer lab because my laptop is still in repair. After having procrastinated for an hour I found myself in excruciating pain that would neither get better or worse. Just constant aching from my lower right torso. Dragged myself and my stuff 6 floors down to the reception where I told the lady there something like "I don't know who to call... but I am in horrible pain. Heh." She called a security guy who looked after me while she sorted things out, and I eventually told them we should call an ambulance. While waiting (In agony! Bawbawbaw!
) I had to get out for some air, and vomited all over the side walk. I believe I said something like "Well that's not very classy..." The ambulance was a lass on a bike who checked stuff such as my blood pressure, blood, temperature and gave me nitride oxide. All it did was numbing the pain by turning the present into the past in a way. I probably said a bunch of stupid stuff. I also remember her repeating "Take slow breaths or you'll go WOOOH!". Huurrrr... whoooO! After almost 2 hours of all this, an actual ambulance finally arrived and picked me up.At the A&E I waited around a lot, dreading the retuuurn of the pain as I was off the gas.... but to my surprise and delight, it was gone! When I finally got checked by a doctor (who wasn't too bad looking, hurrrr), that made it a bit diiifficult. Both him and another doctor had problems finding my veins for a proper blood sample (they always do!), so a nurse had to take it from the side of my wrist. Huh. After a urine sample they found blood, so they wanted to take a CT. After having waited for that for hoooours they took me to the hospital wards, all though I felt fine. Spent most of my time there helping an older lady with cancer and an epic pink flannel pyjamas with black cats into bed... which she kept getting out of due to being veeery restless after a two week stay. The girl right across me looked like she was dying, but actually improved a lot during my stay. Her mum looked exactly like Anne Holt.
After having waited most of the day, they wheeled me to the CT scan room, followed by a Violet (and Ziltoid) who had just arrived to visit meee! It turned out that yes, I did have a kidney stone (after having talked to various medics, it's most likely to me drinking too little. Which is true). Drink yer water kiddies! As the stone didn't pass during my stay there, they recommended I stayed the night, which I did. I left the day after because I HAD to write my essay and pack for my flight back to Norway on Friday. Turns out the receptionist lady had gotten my essay postponed. :3 So it was mostly a relaxing day in the computer lab.
On thursday I had to be at the hospital at 7, having eaten nothing since midnight - because I was having an operation. I probably waited (and slept!) in the waiting area until 12-13ish. It was cold and my empty stomach kept waking me up. When it was my turn I got into some spiffy looking hospital garment, and headed for the operation room where they put me in general anaesthesia (?). It was like being dead for 3 hours or so. They removed the stone and inserted a fucking stent from my kidney to my bladder. After telling me I should stay another night, a guy working at the student halls I live in was sweet enough to bring my suit cases to me. Forever grateful. After a late night of crocheting I couldn't sleep at all, and dragged myself up 6AM to get to St Pancras train station to get to Gatwick airport.
THIS was horrible. Got myself and my stuff into a taxi... that turned out to only accept cash, so we spent way to much time trying to find a cash machine that WORKED. Eventually he had to let me off at St Pancras where I (after much running back and forth) finally found a cash machine that worked. I gave him £10 and ran everywhere with my heavy baggage to find my train. The people I found couldn't help me because they were working for another company. <_< I finally found my train, got my ticket out and had FOUR minutes of waiting. Shit that was a close one. When getting on the train my suit case broke, and I got really ill due to all this hassle in my stupid condition. As I sat there I read that Christopher Hitchens had passed away, which made me saaad.
Getting off the train, to the airport, checking in my baggage and getting to security took the remaining energy I had. As I was going through security I thought "Well this can't go well", and of course I got called aside for an extra check. As I thought I was about to collapse, the woman checking me noticed, had me sit down and gave me WATER! Omnomnomnom. Since then I got wheeled around together with a Norwegian lass and a blind Malaysian lad. Due to late assistance in Oslo airport I missed my flight to Trondheim, but people sorted that for me, so all I had to do was wait a lot. My grandparents greeted my at the airport, drove me home. Since then I've been hanging out with friends and family, and it's mostly been good... except for when the pain returned on Sunday for an hour or so.
If you thought this text was long, just be glad I skipped all the gory humiliating TMI stuff.
Peas and love.
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