Discussion in 'Grow Journals' started by Michael Huntherz, May 11, 2016.
It was In January, I can only handle about ten pounds with my right arm. Left one is totally healed. Teenage girl ran me and the neighbor down with her car, long story, she was uh, out of line. And yes, I always use my prehensile cock to type, why do you ask?
Well, I was hoping for ten plants, ended up with a weird ratio of females, 6 out of 17. And they are actually in soil and coco both. Bugger. I will still get to grow some smoke again, been too damn long.
Doesn’t that get used to help hold you up from your previous x girlfriends ramming you in the leg with her, uhhhhhh. Moped?
Excellent calisthenics regimen, well done!
Happy wife, happy life...
You should have seen the other guy.
Broken pelvis and all.
Did she at least stop, or did she drive away? Because that bitch would never graduate if it had been me and she decided to drive away. Good to see you’re mostly healed up. Hope her insurance paid you. If not, I’ll help you shake her down for her allowance.
I’ve been blown up. Never broken a bone. Almost kind of afraid to.
I’ve been doing different adrenaline type sports for decades and have crashed many times like every snowboarder/ mountain biking type of activity but never broke a bone til now.
And it was of course right in front of my driveway and caused by a failed part. The damage is akin to a high speed automobile impact and I can lose full movement of my arm even with proper physical therapy.
Plus the scapula hurts like hell after repair even.
Be afraid. Be very afraid..........
she drove away with my neighbor on the hood and then ran his ass over when he rolled off and took off again. Twelve days in juvie, on the weekends, seems a little low to me...the criminal justice system is a fucking mess.
If I don’t get paid amply for this I am going to wait about fifteen years...until she is an adult with shit to do, and I will break both of her fucking arms with a hammer. Nothing compares to physical injury, it is literally the worst, and folks don’t get that until it happens to them. Any victim of violence or neglect gets it in ways other people cannot.
Goddamn, man, that sucks. I was an adrenaline junky too, but I broke my spine and left leg in a snowboard wreck at the age of 24...a life of chronic pain gives a person a unique perspective.
Oh, shit, dude. I’ll help you.
Wow that’s awful man. Thank you for sharing that. My debilitating illness is internal. And I was born with it.
Now that I’m older the rest of the arthritis and heart disease that plagues my family is on me too.
Weed and exercise helps me be the only immediate family member not on blood pressure meds.
Me later, probably...
I don’t mean to discount any mental illness, I have a couple myself...not that that is what I think you meant, I don’t know exactly what you meant, doesn’t matter. I have friends born with birth defects internal and external, some nasty stuff out there. I know everyone has struggles, thanks for listening to mine a bit. You and I have a lot in common, sounds like, MMG. I am still here to have a good time, and I largely succeed. Every minute I get to live since the moment I didn’t die on that snowboard is pure bonus points
Not mental illness although it can be a component. I was born with congenital hernias and a deformed colon among other illnesses.
I’m having some trouble with depression about my situation. I need to exercise consistently to keep my digestive system healthy or I get very sick. I look forward to paddling our rivers and lakes and riding singletrack all winter and now I have like 3 months at least down.
It’s been 3 weeks already and I’m feeling the effects.
But as always I will get by.
Wow, I have a similar situation ...and a close friend of mine was born with similar problems to yours. He had surgeries every two years from birth until adulthood, he has suffered as much as anyone I know. My digestive system is fucked up from nerve damage, constant struggle. I need to exercise too, just to maintain at all. Yes indeed, much in common.
And yet, I largely manage to have fun. I am in a shitty mood this morning, but hearing about how fucked up your shit is... it’s making me feel better
Yeah thanks friend. Lol
We do sound similar in some ways huh. My early childhood problems were over treated and then I was left with the hidden ones to progress over my lifetime.
Quite a fucked up ride I have taken in our world of so many possibilities. But I fixed what needed fixing and managed to start over. And I could do it again if I have to. Even with 1 working arm.
And that, kids, is how to be a badass.
Right. You have to let go of and stop trying to be a bad ass to actually get there.
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