WFWF General Discussion 2006: L.L.L.B.D.™'s Cattle Drive

So yeah, I'm quoting my own post because the nurse did a hack job on my arm in her first attempt to start an IV.  In 30 years I've had literally hundreds of IVs, including a central line and a PICC line.  Never before has it gone so badly.  As soon as the needle went in I was in pain.  She was drawing blood for lab work and the pain got so bad...I'm talking the kind of pain that you literally forget the rest of your body and all you can feel is that one spot of "please make it f*cking stop" pain.  I actually went into shock and almost passed out before she finished getting the blood samples and took out the IV.  Eight hours later it is still painful to touch and I have a silver dollar sized hematoma that is going to take a week or two to heal (I heal slow because of the Crohn's).  Lucky for me, a different nurse was able to get an IV started just fine in a different vein and I got my infusion without any further problems.

I know this has nothing to do with WFWF but I just needed to vent.  I'm pretty good with IVs but today was a nightmare.

I'm going to see my therapist followed by lunch and the cinema with my girl friend. When I return I'll post results gang.

hooray for the rapists!

don't you mean "do you consent to sucking it? It's your decision to suck it or not"

Some guy ate another guy's face here a few years ago.

Whichever you prefer.......

I used to eat jelly snakes from the tail up so they'd stay conscious as long as possible, we're all going to hell.

I always tell my shrink that she missed the good sh*t from about 15 to 17 years ago (I've been going to the same center, off and on, for about that long). She gets the relatively boring job of dealing with a guy trying to pass as a well adjusted, grown ass adult keeping the resonating effects of a bunch of unchecked anger issues that a bunch of quacks threw a bunch of "yanked from a hat" prescriptions at in hopes that they'd be the one to finally chase me away. I don't think any of them got the prize, strictly off the technicality that I'd think I've got this, stop going for a few years, but always wind up crawling back. F*ck those guys. I, no joke, kicked the sh*t out of some kid in the 8th grade, and their reaction was to pump me full of this new smoking cessation bit that was just starting to hit the market.

Be careful if you be dabbling in the mental healths, kids. I figure it's better now as more and more places are becoming deinstitutionalized, but there's still some shady f*cks out there.

I'd like to speak a bit to my insane writing process. I don't wait to find out the results of my matches. I never have. It's easier now than before, given my character's newfound disinterest in the drive and incentive that motivates more conventional characters, but overall, I've tried to let wins and losses only steer the story, never drive it. As such, I started writing my next rp the day after I posted my BHS piece. I've literally written, to date, 13 scenes, of which only one will wind up seeing the light of day. I never reread my work, but I'm hypercritical in the moment, and more often than not, I can tell when something isn't working. I try all sorts of things - new characters, old characters, soliloquies, etc, until something sticks.

The point I'm trying to make is that for close to a year I swore up and down that there was one avenue I wasn't going to follow, should I ever start writing again. I like to keep a relative thread to my stories alive until it's cut down and thrown on the fire to burn out in proper fashion, and dammit, here I am, and it's the only one that makes sense.

The trick is going to be making it work for me. FACK.