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Many people take a pain relievers when ever they have minor pains such as small headaches, and etc. But. are we becoming addicted to short-term, fast relief that we are willing to take pills.
I myself take advil when ever i have a headache, or upset stomach. But I would like to hear what you guys think about "to take pain relievers"
Stay healthy!
I never take pain relievers.
I prefer to treat them naturally, unless of course it´s something very hard.
No No and never.... until and unless its some thing related to my teeth...
Thats the ony pain i feel entitles a pain killer...
These are so addictive that very soon ppl tend to double their dosages and that too without positive pain relief...
I generally try and push through any pain I may have as I think people as a whole are becoming to reliant on medications. We have already seen that anti-biotics isn't as affective on some illnesses as it used to be as virus are becoming stronger and more immune to the drugs we use. Also, as a parent I believe its right that kids should be outside playing in gardens getting dirty sometimes tasting things they shouldn't as this builds their immune systems. To many people now try to over protect kids from things I would consider normal growing up. Hospitals and clinics already tell people not to come to them for minor headaches etc....but people still do all the time. IMO if things contiue as they are viruses and bugs will be come stronger and more immune to the current anti-biotics which will not be a good thing for us as a whole
Interesting....wasn't expecting this but, I'd have to say that we can tolerate more pain than we realize. Try alternatives such as heat/cold, or topical pain relievers first.
take them but not "over" take them ....
i used to take pills whenever i have small headache, I knew that it would be gone in 6 hours or so if i just left it, but i wanted it to go away fast, so i take panadol or saredon, unfortunately now even if i have the slightest headache, those pills doesnt treat me well and the headache continues. its like my body is immune to the pills effect, which is really bad
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I generally try and push through any pain I may have as I think people as a whole are becoming to reliant on medications. We have already seen that anti-biotics isn't as affective on some illnesses as it used to be as virus are becoming stronger and more immune to the drugs we use. Also, as a parent I believe its right that kids should be outside playing in gardens getting dirty sometimes tasting things they shouldn't as this builds their immune systems. To many people now try to over protect kids from things I would consider normal growing up. Hospitals and clinics already tell people not to come to them for minor headaches etc....but people still do all the time. IMO if things contiue as they are viruses and bugs will be come stronger and more immune to the current anti-biotics which will not be a good thing for us as a whole
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My parents won't let me hag out with my friends that they haven't met.
I take BC powder for a hangover. That's about it.
I take BC powder for a hangover. That's about it.
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I use childrens Tylonal because I'm too young to be hungover.
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Laugh or watch some comedies instead
galaxys said:
Laugh or watch some comedies instead
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Or rather have some Beer!! The best pain reliver in the world (not to mention physical and mental)
nimish_fun said:
No No and never.... until and unless its some thing related to my teeth...
Thats the ony pain i feel entitles a pain killer...
These are so addictive that very soon ppl tend to double their dosages and that too without positive pain relief...
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Theres a HUGE difference between pain reliever and pain killer. relievers are over the counter non addictive pills. and killers are generally opiate based.
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Or rather have some Beer!! The best pain reliver in the world (not to mention physical and mental)
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Damn right
I'm surprised that nowadays in my life, all headaches are mainly treated psychologically. But for the big stuff, hangovers, and back pain: Advil.
Tylenol is terrible for you (and your liver). I avoid it at all costs (except for when I want my vicodin!).
As a migraine sufferer I almost default to yes.
But as such Im also highly sensitive to how easily one can rely on medications.
If I feel the stiff neck or other symptoms of migraines coming on Ill opt for a quick nap if its available.
Or try and deal with the pain unless it gets to that "aww screw this" point.
Sometimes your at work or have a function and you really dont want to deal with the pain or nauseua so better off taking advil or an aleve.
*Warning!* Contains content that you may not agree with!
I was going through my hard drive and found this cached from Gizmodo, about a year ago. Mature responses only, please! And remember, you can talk to people about your worries, you really can.
Bill Zeller * 2011
I have the urge to declare my sanity and justify my actions, but I assume I'll never be able to convince anyone that this was the right decision. Maybe it's true that anyone who does this is insane by definition, but I can at least explain my reasoning. I considered not writing any of this because of how personal it is, but I like tying up loose ends and don't want people to wonder why I did this. Since I've never spoken to anyone about what happened to me, people would likely draw the wrong conclusions.
My first memories as a child are of being raped, repeatedly. This has affected every aspect of my life. This darkness, which is the only way I can describe it, has followed me like a fog, but at times intensified and overwhelmed me, usually triggered by a distinct situation. In kindergarten I couldn't use the bathroom and would stand petrified whenever I needed to, which started a trend of awkward and unexplained social behavior. The damage that was done to my body still prevents me from using the bathroom normally, but now it's less of a physical impediment than a daily reminder of what was done to me.
This darkness followed me as I grew up. I remember spending hours playing with legos, having my world consist of me and a box of cold, plastic blocks. Just waiting for everything to end. It's the same thing I do now, but instead of legos it's surfing the web or reading or listening to a baseball game. Most of my life has been spent feeling dead inside, waiting for my body to catch up.
At times growing up I would feel inconsolable rage, but I never connected this to what happened until puberty. I was able to keep the darkness at bay for a few hours at a time by doing things that required intense concentration, but it would always come back. Programming appealed to me for this reason. I was never particularly fond of computers or mathematically inclined, but the temporary peace it would provide was like a drug. But the darkness always returned and built up something like a tolerance, because programming has become less and less of a refuge.
The darkness is with me nearly every time I wake up. I feel like a grime is covering me. I feel like I'm trapped in a contimated body that no amount of washing will clean. Whenever I think about what happened I feel manic and itchy and can't concentrate on anything else. It manifests itself in hours of eating or staying up for days at a time or sleeping for sixteen hours straight or week long programming binges or constantly going to the gym. I'm exhausted from feeling like this every hour of every day.
Three to four nights a week I have nightmares about what happened. It makes me avoid sleep and constantly tired, because sleeping with what feels like hours of nightmares is not restful. I wake up sweaty and furious. I'm reminded every morning of what was done to me and the control it has over my life.
I've never been able to stop thinking about what happened to me and this hampered my social interactions. I would be angry and lost in thought and then be interrupted by someone saying "Hi" or making small talk, unable to understand why I seemed cold and distant. I walked around, viewing the outside world from a distant portal behind my eyes, unable to perform normal human niceties. I wondered what it would be like to take to other people without what happened constantly on my mind, and I wondered if other people had similar experiences that they were better able to mask.
Alcohol was also something that let me escape the darkness. It would always find me later, though, and it was always angry that I managed to escape and it made me pay. Many of the irresponsible things I did were the result of the darkness. Obviously I'm responsible for every decision and action, including this one, but there are reasons why things happen the way they do.
Alcohol and other drugs provided a way to ignore the realities of my situation. It was easy to spend the night drinking and forget that I had no future to look forward to. I never liked what alcohol did to me, but it was better than facing my existence honestly. I haven't touched alcohol or any other drug in over seven months (and no drugs or alcohol will be involved when I do this) and this has forced me to evaluate my life in an honest and clear way. There's no future here. The darkness will always be with me.
I used to think if I solved some problem or achieved some goal, maybe he would leave. It was comforting to identify tangible issues as the source of my problems instead of something that I'll never be able to change. I thought that if I got into to a good college, or a good grad school, or lost weight, or went to the gym nearly every day for a year, or created programs that millions of people used, or spent a summer or California or New York or published papers that I was proud of, then maybe I would feel some peace and not be constantly haunted and unhappy. But nothing I did made a dent in how depressed I was on a daily basis and nothing was in any way fulfilling. I'm not sure why I ever thought that would change anything.
I didn't realize how deep a hold he had on me and my life until my first relationship. I stupidly assumed that no matter how the darkness affected me personally, my romantic relationships would somehow be separated and protected. Growing up I viewed my future relationships as a possible escape from this thing that haunts me every day, but I began to realize how entangled it was with every aspect of my life and how it is never going to release me. Instead of being an escape, relationships and romantic contact with other people only intensified everything about him that I couldn't stand. I will never be able to have a relationship in which he is not the focus, affecting every aspect of my romantic interactions.
Relationships always started out fine and I'd be able to ignore him for a few weeks. But as we got closer emotionally the darkness would return and every night it'd be me, her and the darkness in a black and gruesome threesome. He would surround me and penetrate me and the more we did the more intense it became. It made me hate being touched, because as long as we were separated I could view her like an outsider viewing something good and kind and untainted. Once we touched, the darkness would envelope her too and take her over and the evil inside me would surround her. I always felt like I was infecting anyone I was with.
Relationships didn't work. No one I dated was the right match, and I thought that maybe if I found the right person it would overwhelm him. Part of me knew that finding the right person wouldn't help, so I became interested in girls who obviously had no interest in me. For a while I thought I was gay. I convinced myself that it wasn't the darkness at all, but rather my orientation, because this would give me control over why things didn't feel "right". The fact that the darkness affected sexual matters most intensely made this idea make some sense and I convinced myself of this for a number of years, starting in college after my first relationship ended. I told people I was gay (at Trinity, not at Princeton), even though I wasn't attracted to men and kept finding myself interested in girls. Because if being gay wasn't the answer, then what was? People thought I was avoiding my orientation, but I was actually avoiding the truth, which is that while I'm straight, I will never be content with anyone. I know now that the darkness will never leave.
Last spring I met someone who was unlike anyone else I'd ever met. Someone who showed me just how well two people could get along and how much I could care about another human being. Someone I know I could be with and love for the rest of my life, if I weren't so ****ed up. Amazingly, she liked me. She liked the shell of the man the darkness had left behind. But it didn't matter because I couldn't be alone with her. It was never just the two of us, it was always the three of us: her, me and the darkness. The closer we got, the more intensely I'd feel the darkness, like some evil mirror of my emotions. All the closeness we had and I loved was complemented by agony that I couldn't stand, from him. I realized that I would never be able to give her, or anyone, all of me or only me. She could never have me without the darkness and evil inside me. I could never have just her, without the darkness being a part of all of our interactions. I will never be able to be at peace or content or in a healthy relationship. I realized the futility of the romantic part of my life. If I had never met her, I would have realized this as soon as I met someone else who I meshed similarly well with. It's likely that things wouldn't have worked out with her and we would have broken up (with our relationship ending, like the majority of relationships do) even if I didn't have this problem, since we only dated for a short time. But I will face exactly the same problems with the darkness with anyone else. Despite my hopes, love and compatability is not enough. Nothing is enough. There's no way I can fix this or even push the darkness down far enough to make a relationship or any type of intimacy feasible.
So I watched as things fell apart between us. I had put an explicit time limit on our relationship, since I knew it couldn't last because of the darkness and didn't want to hold her back, and this caused a variety of problems. She was put in an unnatural situation that she never should have been a part of. It must have been very hard for her, not knowing what was actually going on with me, but this is not something I've ever been able to talk about with anyone. Losing her was very hard for me as well. Not because of her (I got over our relationship relatively quickly), but because of the realization that I would never have another relationship and because it signified the last true, exclusive personal connection I could ever have. This wasn't apparent to other people, because I could never talk about the real reasons for my sadness. I was very sad in the summer and fall, but it was not because of her, it was because I will never escape the darkness with anyone. She was so loving and kind to me and gave me everything I could have asked for under the circumstances. I'll never forget how much happiness she brought me in those briefs moments when I could ignore the darkness. I had originally planned to kill myself last winter but never got around to it. (Parts of this letter were written over a year ago, other parts days before doing this.) It was wrong of me to involve myself in her life if this were a possibility and I should have just left her alone, even though we only dated for a few months and things ended a long time ago. She's just one more person in a long list of people I've hurt.
I could spend pages talking about the other relationships I've had that were ruined because of my problems and my confusion related to the darkness. I've hurt so many great people because of who I am and my inability to experience what needs to be experienced. All I can say is that I tried to be honest with people about what I thought was true.
I've spent my life hurting people. Today will be the last time.
I've told different people a lot of things, but I've never told anyone about what happened to me, ever, for obvious reasons. It took me a while to realize that no matter how close you are to someone or how much they claim to love you, people simply cannot keep secrets. I learned this a few years ago when I thought I was gay and told people. The more harmful the secret, the juicier the gossip and the more likely you are to be betrayed. People don't care about their word or what they've promised, they just do whatever the **** they want and justify it later. It feels incredibly lonely to realize you can never share something with someone and have it be between just the two of you. I don't blame anyone in particular, I guess it's just how people are. Even if I felt like this is something I could have shared, I have no interest in being part of a friendship or relationship where the other person views me as the damaged and contaminated person that I am. So even if I were able to trust someone, I probably would not have told them about what happened to me. At this point I simply don't care who knows.
I feel an evil inside me. An evil that makes me want to end life. I need to stop this. I need to make sure I don't kill someone, which is not something that can be easily undone. I don't know if this is related to what happened to me or something different. I recognize the irony of killing myself to prevent myself from killing someone else, but this decision should indicate what I'm capable of.
So I've realized I will never escape the darkness or misery associated with it and I have a responsibility to stop myself from physically harming others.
I'm just a broken, miserable shell of a human being. Being molested has defined me as a person and shaped me as a human being and it has made me the monster I am and there's nothing I can do to escape it. I don't know any other existence. I don't know what life feels like where I'm apart from any of this. I actively despise the person I am. I just feel fundamentally broken, almost non-human. I feel like an animal that woke up one day in a human body, trying to make sense of a foreign world, living among creatures it doesn't understand and can't connect with.
I have accepted that the darkness will never allow me to be in a relationship. I will never go to sleep with someone in my arms, feeling the comfort of their hands around me. I will never know what uncontimated intimacy is like. I will never have an exclusive bond with someone, someone who can be the recipient of all the love I have to give. I will never have children, and I wanted to be a father so badly. I think I would have made a good dad. And even if I had fought through the darkness and married and had children all while being unable to feel intimacy, I could have never done that if suicide were a possibility. I did try to minimize pain, although I know that this decision will hurt many of you. If this hurts you, I hope that you can at least forget about me quickly.
There's no point in identifying who molested me, so I'm just going to leave it at that. I doubt the word of a dead guy with no evidence about something that happened over twenty years ago would have much sway.
You may wonder why I didn't just talk to a professional about this. I've seen a number of doctors since I was a teenager to talk about other issues and I'm positive that another doctor would not have helped. I was never given one piece of actionable advice, ever. More than a few spent a large part of the session reading their notes to remember who I was. And I have no interest in talking about being raped as a child, both because I know it wouldn't help and because I have no confidence it would remain secret. I know the legal and practical limits of doctor/patient confidentiality, growing up in a house where we'd hear stories about the various mental illnesses of famous people, stories that were passed down through generations. All it takes is one doctor who thinks my story is interesting enough to share or a doctor who thinks it's her right or responsibility to contact the authorities and have me identify the molestor (justifying her decision by telling herself that someone else might be in danger). All it takes is a single doctor who violates my trust, just like the "friends" who I told I was gay did, and everything would be made public and I'd be forced to live in a world where people would know how ****ed up I am. And yes, I realize this indicates that I have severe trust issues, but they're based on a large number of experiences with people who have shown a profound disrepect for their word and the privacy of others.
People say suicide is selfish. I think it's selfish to ask people to continue living painful and miserable lives, just so you possibly won't feel sad for a week or two. Suicide may be a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but it's also a permanent solution to a ~23 year-old problem that grows more intense and overwhelming every day.
Some people are just dealt bad hands in this life. I know many people have it worse than I do, and maybe I'm just not a strong person, but I really did try to deal with this. I've tried to deal with this every day for the last 23 years and I just can't ****ing take it anymore.
I often wonder what life must be like for other people. People who can feel the love from others and give it back unadulterated, people who can experience sex as an intimate and joyous experience, people who can experience the colors and happenings of this world without constant misery. I wonder who I'd be if things had been different or if I were a stronger person. It sounds pretty great.
I'm prepared for death. I'm prepared for the pain and I am ready to no longer exist. Thanks to the strictness of New Jersey gun laws this will probably be much more painful than it needs to be, but what can you do. My only fear at this point is messing something up and surviving.
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I'd also like to address my family, if you can call them that. I despise everything they stand for and I truly hate them, in a non-emotional, dispassionate and what I believe is a healthy way. The world will be a better place when they're dead—one with less hatred and intolerance.
If you're unfamiliar with the situation, my parents are fundamentalist Christians who kicked me out of their house and cut me off financially when I was 19 because I refused to attend seven hours of church a week.
They live in a black and white reality they've constructed for themselves. They partition the world into good and evil and survive by hating everything they fear or misunderstand and calling it love. They don't understand that good and decent people exist all around us, "saved" or not, and that evil and cruel people occupy a large percentage of their church. They take advantage of people looking for hope by teaching them to practice the same hatred they practice.
A random example:
"I am personally convinced that if a Muslim truly believes and obeys the Koran, he will be a terrorist." - George Zeller, August 24, 2010.
If you choose to follow a religion where, for example, devout Catholics who are trying to be good people are all going to Hell but child molestors go to Heaven (as long as they were "saved" at some point), that's your choice, but it's ****ed up. Maybe a God who operates by those rules does exist. If so, **** Him.
Their church was always more important than the members of their family and they happily sacrificed whatever necessary in order to satisfy their contrived beliefs about who they should be.
I grew up in a house where love was proxied through a God I could never believe in. A house where the love of music with any sort of a beat was literally beaten out of me. A house full of hatred and intolerance, run by two people who were experts at appearing kind and warm when others were around. Parents who tell an eight year old that his grandmother is going to Hell because she's Catholic. Parents who claim not to be racist but then talk about the horrors of miscegenation. I could list hundreds of other examples, but it's tiring.
Since being kicked out, I've interacted with them in relatively normal ways. I talk to them on the phone like nothing happened. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I like pretending I have a family. Maybe I like having people I can talk to about what's been going on in my life. Whatever the reason, it's not real and it feels like a sham. I should have never allowed this reconnection to happen.
I wrote the above a while ago, and I do feel like that much of the time. At other times, though, I feel less hateful. I know my parents honestly believe the crap they believe in. I know that my mom, at least, loved me very much and tried her best. One reason I put this off for so long is because I know how much pain it will cause her. She has been sad since she found out I wasn't "saved", since she believes I'm going to Hell, which is not a sadness for which I am responsible. That was never going to change, and presumably she believes the state of my physical body is much less important than the state of my soul. Still, I cannot intellectually justify this decision, knowing how much it will hurt her. Maybe my ability to take my own life, knowing how much pain it will cause, shows that I am a monster who doesn't deserve to live. All I know is that I can't deal with this pain any longer and I'm am truly sorry I couldn't wait until my family and everyone I knew died so this could be done without hurting anyone. For years I've wished that I'd be hit by a bus or die while saving a baby from drowning so my death might be more acceptable, but I was never so lucky.
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To those of you who have shown me love, thank you for putting up with all my ****tiness and moodiness and arbitrariness. I was never the person I wanted to be. Maybe without the darkness I would have been a better person, maybe not. I did try to be a good person, but I realize I never got very far.
I'm sorry for the pain this causes. I really do wish I had another option. I hope this letter explains why I needed to do this. If you can't understand this decision, I hope you can at least forgive me.
Bill Zeller
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Please save this letter and repost it if gets deleted. I don't want people to wonder why I did this. I disseminated it more widely than I might have otherwise because I'm worried that my family might try to restrict access to it. I don't mind if this letter is made public. In fact, I'd prefer it be made public to people being unable to read it and drawing their own conclusions.
Feel free to republish this letter, but only if it is reproduced in its entirety.
that's depressing, but it puts things in perspective. I read it all.
thanks.
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Horrible that he got so constantly downed by his family and those around him that he never felt he could trust anyone enough to open up and tell what happened to him. I don 't know that he could have been helped because what he went through had to have been scarring beyond belief, but at least he may have had a chance.
At least the work he did left a positive impact on the world for a lot of people.
Is there a TL;DR version?
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Skim it. Only version available, sorry.
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Bump. Definitely something worth reading.
This man needed Jesus so badly. It's heartbreaking to hear of things like this.
Hello All!
I want to share an idea with you all.
First off let me tell you about myself so you can get an idea of why I want to do this project.
I am a 24 year old ms patient. I go through things like morning sickness and memory loss just to name a few. Its a terrible disease but unfortunately there isn't much I can do about it. My name is michael. I used to be able to remember everything fine, and this disease is just starting to get to me. Besides the random agonizing pain, I'd have to say the memory loss is quite the most annoying part of the disease. I also have autism and don't recognize faces at all. Essentially in a nut shell my daily social life is not great because of these problems.
Now instead of waiting to die, like most do, I'm going to ask for feedback and suggestions or even help if you want, which I would appreciate ever so much.
I know how to program some and have time. I see a few things that would make my life and hopefully many other peoples lives easier, that suffer from the same problems I have, and maybe some other problems.
I essentially want to hook up a kinect to a hat, have the hat contain the processing equipment, such as a low power x86 board and big ssd for storage. Essentially I want to have another "brain" and "eyes". Now I admit this won't be the prettiest thing but, as long as I can make it work, I won't care. I got inspired and thought, hey! What if I could make a device, that would help me recognize faces, places, objects, and sounds! It could be a assistive device and would help me when my memory gets worse. I know Microsoft released more code for the kinect that would help to program for this stuff too.
I want to get some glasses, like the Google glass ones and have them and my nexus 7 be the interfaces for the information stored in the hat, such as pictures matched with names and other important information I have in there. In a perfect world I would want to be able to do a gesture if I was confused and didn't know who someone was and the device would go to archives and be able to show me whom they are and any information I have about them. I would also like to be able to keep my heart rate in the HUD as well, its important to know when you have ms.
I would also like to utilize object recognition to prevent myself from getting run over again, because it hurts, haha. I would program it to recognize objects outside and perform calculations and warn me if I am "blind walking" again.
I think I could also use this contraption to recognize temperature so I don't burn my mouth while eating or touching something that's too hot. My body just doesn't respond the way its supposed to sometimes.
I think I could also add a accelerometer to it, which would let me know if I were off balance , would save me from falling over and I think could help with my posture as well.
I'm thinking of more things this could help me with but if I had these, I would be the happiest guy on the planet, even with the agonizing pain of ms. I would be able to fight back against the problems I have that put me in more pain, or just plain make me look like I'm stupid. It would help me hold an job for sure. I would explain to my boss a million times, of why I have to wear such a contraption if I had to, doesnt bother me.
If you want to help, please let me know. I'd gladly accept donations as well, as my meds are not cheap, and take most of my income. Ideas are just as welcome too. If you helped me, I promise we'd be friends for life. I just can't go another day knowing I have these ideas and I am not putting them to use. Maybe if I got a prototype I could get a more fashionable device built for the other unsung heroes that have the problems I do. I appreciate your time so much.
Interested but a little hesitation
devilsrogue said:
Hello All!
I want to share an idea with you all.
First off let me tell you about myself so you can get an idea of why I want to do this project.
I am a 24 year old ms patient. I go through things like morning sickness and memory loss just to name a few. Its a terrible disease but unfortunately there isn't much I can do about it. My name is michael. I used to be able to remember everything fine, and this disease is just starting to get to me. Besides the random agonizing pain, I'd have to say the memory loss is quite the most annoying part of the disease. I also have autism and don't recognize faces at all. Essentially in a nut shell my daily social life is not great because of these problems.
Now instead of waiting to die, like most do, I'm going to ask for feedback and suggestions or even help if you want, which I would appreciate ever so much.
I know how to program some and have time. I see a few things that would make my life and hopefully many other peoples lives easier, that suffer from the same problems I have, and maybe some other problems.
I essentially want to hook up a kinect to a hat, have the hat contain the processing equipment, such as a low power x86 board and big ssd for storage. Essentially I want to have another "brain" and "eyes". Now I admit this won't be the prettiest thing but, as long as I can make it work, I won't care. I got inspired and thought, hey! What if I could make a device, that would help me recognize faces, places, objects, and sounds! It could be a assistive device and would help me when my memory gets worse. I know Microsoft released more code for the kinect that would help to program for this stuff too.
I want to get some glasses, like the Google glass ones and have them and my nexus 7 be the interfaces for the information stored in the hat, such as pictures matched with names and other important information I have in there. In a perfect world I would want to be able to do a gesture if I was confused and didn't know who someone was and the device would go to archives and be able to show me whom they are and any information I have about them. I would also like to be able to keep my heart rate in the HUD as well, its important to know when you have ms.
I would also like to utilize object recognition to prevent myself from getting run over again, because it hurts, haha. I would program it to recognize objects outside and perform calculations and warn me if I am "blind walking" again.
I think I could also use this contraption to recognize temperature so I don't burn my mouth while eating or touching something that's too hot. My body just doesn't respond the way its supposed to sometimes.
I think I could also add a accelerometer to it, which would let me know if I were off balance , would save me from falling over and I think could help with my posture as well.
I'm thinking of more things this could help me with but if I had these, I would be the happiest guy on the planet, even with the agonizing pain of ms. I would be able to fight back against the problems I have that put me in more pain, or just plain make me look like I'm stupid. It would help me hold an job for sure. I would explain to my boss a million times, of why I have to wear such a contraption if I had to, doesnt bother me.
If you want to help, please let me know. I'd gladly accept donations as well, as my meds are not cheap, and take most of my income. Ideas are just as welcome too. If you helped me, I promise we'd be friends for life. I just can't go another day knowing I have these ideas and I am not putting them to use. Maybe if I got a prototype I could get a more fashionable device built for the other unsung heroes that have the problems I do. I appreciate your time so much.
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Well I was searching ideas for my final year project of BS to work with kinect. The idea you gave is very good but the thing is its scope. It is covering a big scope problem while I have to make the project within a year and I don't have much knowledge of working with kinect. But I am interested in implementing this idea. If you will share more briefly, this could be implemented.
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Gen-Z, listen, you're the best - the hope of us all. I mean that. But, I don't really want you on my framing crew, or, on a table saw in the shop. I need you there, but, 7 times out of 10 you cause more problems than you solve. You used to could say it was your parents fault, raising you crooked, but, you wipe your own ass now. Put your phone down and earn a scar, you'll thank me later. Oh, cut your nails.
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So, you wanna be a 'carpenter'? You think you’ll ‘get the job’ because summer break and you have a tape measure and don’t they hire everybody? It’s not all handy-man goodness, middle-aged portly guy casing a window or shelving a closet. Carpenters paint, are roofers, siders, tapers, board-hangers, tilers, framers, finish-guys...if you’re building a house, say, from foundation to finish, you’re gonna do a lot of stuff, and all of it nowadays, is carpentry. Start stretching now. Get some sleep.
You, aged 15 to dead that think you can pick up a hammer and go be a builder; commercial or residential, need to step back one time. You should not be casual about this. Want ads, labor market, economy notwithstanding. If you really want to be a builder, because it’s awesome, Imma tell you the very lowest level of efficiency and skill you need to have, or, be able to attain post-haste, before you go calling on someone already doing it for work. Building, carpentry, working with wood, metal, whatever - it's awesome and horrible. Nobody is picking on you if you can't do this job (you know, unless you spout off), because, most people cannot. Maybe you.
You need to learn how to move and to have balance. I used to tell my kids, move like water. Have you ever played a sport, contact? Building will reveal a lot of new ‘clutch ‘muscles. You may have to push a sheet of 3/4 inch plywood up a ladder, a few feet, maybe a storey. It’s only a few feet, but, it’s forever. Think about that one time, you've never done this, or likely, anything like it. It's hard on multiple levels. First, pick up that sheet of sheathing; it’s 8 feet long and 4 feet tall, then, walk with it, then, get it on that ladder in such a fashion that you can continue your task, then, push that fuker up the ladder. Keep climbing, we are waiting...if you're the guy up top, you have to pull that sheet up, get it over the plate edge, and pull it in for use, ladder guy is helping. You can’t feel any of this watching a youtube video. Now, you probably will not be called upon to push a sheet of plywood up a ladder, but, I have had to plenty in the past, and even today the situation might call for it, so, you get it done. A builder less than a year ago asked me if I could do just that during a telephone interview. I said sure, but, I’m not gonna. He laughed and said – I hear you, but, that’s what I need. I said good luck and we hung up as friends.
You need to learn how to walk and carry heavy things on uneven surfaces and slopes, under, around, and over obstacles and people. If you can't move, navigate and negotiate - don't buy a hammer, don't come knocking. More than once I carried a bundle of shingles (even 2) on my shoulder up an extension-ladder 3 storeys. Ladder wasn't tied off and I had to flick that bundle(s) up onto the roof, get myself up there, and start working - was typically the side of a 12 pitch, 3-decker in central massachusetts – early ‘90s OSHA 10? Lol. Nobody was footing the ladder. Once I made it to the chimney there was a rope. Lol, I had to tie it off. I have done plenty of daredevil and crazy things in my life, some actually legendary scary ****; climbing shingles up 3 storeys; top-3 all day. Fuuuuk that. If it scares me, you're already fetal. If you’re too scared you can’t move, if you can’t move you can’t work or lend a hand. Of course, you won’t have to do that, that was crazy, but, it helps if you can. And I certainly wasn’t the only one, back in the day or yesterday, had to do stuff like this. If you agree to a crazy thing, you will be asked again. Know who you are, or, you will learn the hard way. I mean, could be a good thing; your stupid ass.
Speaking of your stupid ass. I don’t know if you’re stupid, until you show me that you are. Or, are not. Please, don’t be stupid. This is a rough job and it’s dangerous. The only thing I know is that you can’t do what I can and often it’s a pain in the balls until you can. You will get there, this ain’t rocket surgery. I need a guy next to me knows what he’s doing and is present. If I know you’re green I’ll show you everything, no problem, one time, maybe even twice. If you claim 5 years you better know what you’re doing.
You need to learn how to deal with stress, all kinds of stress. Someone is going to chew your ass out pretty good that 3rd time you need to be shown; I already asked you, on the second try, about how you learn and we laughed and you were comfortable and you said you were good, you had it – but you didn’t, and now, it’s your ass, for wasting time and lying. You are born knowing only how to suck, you must learn everything else. If you’re one of those prideful ************s, you’re not going to have a good time. Learn to be honest, if you can’t do a thing, don’t say that you can. People are relying on your word and are watching.
Or, just wait 'til that board disagrees, while you're dangling. Just wait 'til that position you are in becomes, you know, hairy, and it will, before break, maybe every day. I'm not trying to scare you, we need good help, I'm trying to get you into a good position, save some grief, maybe a life, your finger. Sure, there are rules and safety measures - of course. Common sense, and everybody works differently, bosses, companies, they all have their fung shui and do their thing their way; read the room, adapt improvise, overcome. Often it’s you vs. an inanimate object. Lol, are you dumber than a piece of wood?
But, safety is more a set of guidelines, you know. It’s a lot safer than it was back in the day, mostly, but, if it was easy everyone would do it. You need to be able to walk on the edge of a dime, holding something, positioning, and fastening something, with force, up over your head. Once you learn how to move it becomes pretty easy, just your balance and muscles, and that becomes like breathing. Well, gravity, inertia, stress, and stamina, too. But, it's all good once you learn how to move. You will still be scared those times and you will still find yourself ocassionaly in dangerous situations, but, now you're in control, moving well. It's all good. Pro tip: Watch where you look; up, down, sideways, all that gets weird – being relaxed is the best safety measure anyone can take, don’t get dizzy – an ounce of prevention, man.
It’s about movement and efficiency. Any moron can swing a hammer. Well, I mean, you would think.
Using a hammer is a skill, it requires finess, coordination, dexterity, strength. You will use your hammer for a bunch of things unrelated to sinking nails. Go watch some old cowboy movies - see how that gunfighter moves his gun around - all that control and finess? That's how you should be able to use your hammer. You will get there. Your hammer is truly a multi-purpose tool and watch how easily it becomes an extension of your arm. Unless you are just framing houses, I don’t really recommend buying a ‘framing’ hammer. My hammer since the early ‘90’s has been a finisher: estwing 16oz ‘rip claw’. I can use it for anything and if I’m framing I’m using a nailer and my hammer only as needed, usually to pound headers, flush a board up, or pull a porcupine – I like a finisher because it gets it done without worrying about smashing something pretty or critical with a frisbe sized head.
Your initial tools will include: apron (tool belt), hammer, 25' tape measure, knife, pencil (5), screw-gun (impact), speed square, torpedo level, get some bits; drill, fastener. You will need nothing else because every other tool will be provided and you won't be trusted to do anything other than nailing, sawing, and moving **** around, for a while anyway. Be grateful for that. You need to know how to use these tools before you go calling on some builder. Some may teach you, most will not. You will still be new-guy; grunt, moving **** around, laboring, cutting, but, they will keep you. You will be new-guy until you are not, it's all up to you.
Whip out that tape measure and get familiar. It's 1st grade stuff, but, X out of every 5 new guys can't measure a thing to save their lives. AYFKM?! 6 3/8 better be 6 3/8. You call out a measurement and somebody is going to act on it. Cut a board, order stuff, whatever...you had better be right. As well, you might be on a saw. Board stretchers don't exist, wood is expensive.
They don’t have to be, but, saws are scary and will happily kill you if you let them. A saw will eat your face. Lots can happen going through wood, pay attention. A saw will pull your stupid ass into next week and off a roof truss quicker than the piss just stained your pants. Respect that saw, and the piece you are cutting. Saws are loud and heavy - that 12lb wormdrive weighs exactly 300 lbs at the end of the day. You need coordination, balance, strength, and finess to use it as you go, up in the joists, or as needed on the ground; across a full sheet, on a stick. Framers use heavy saws and heavy nail guns, and position heavy lollys and heavy staging and heavy… With saws come commands: cut the line, gimme a heavy 89 3/16ths, 12 and an 1/8th, short. You have angles, bevels, joints, aww, man - I could talk about cutting for days. Different saws for different applications. Get a sawzall and a circular saw. Cordless; welcome to batteries.
Nail guns are initially heavy and unweildly. They are attached to a hose following you and pulling you and sometimes making you deal with it. Nail guns require nails, pack a bunch in your toolbelt (apron) - climb....Stand on the top plate, 2 storeys up and pull in a truss off a lull, set it, toenail it, climb up it and brace it to the one aside it in 2 spots. Climb back down (slide) to the top plate, wait, pull the next one in, repeat; all while holding and negotiating: using, a nail gun. It can be fun, actually, or scare you silly enough to cause mishap, or, somewhere in the respectful middle. Building is a lot like driving – keep your head in the game.
Bags of cement are heavy. 16' 2x10s are heavy, even KD (kiln dried - NOT pressure treated, or, PT). Crown up. Everyting is heavy, 2 pounds = a hundred and fifty before you know it. Plywood is heavy, sheetrock is heavy, boxes of nails are heavy. You're getting fat, quit that. Lay off the cheeze-puffs, drink some water.
I can't stress movement enough because everything is heavy, and most times, not much will cooperate. Not even your muscles, initially. You must learn to move with heavy stuff on your shoulder – prevent fatigue by carrying properly, prevent injury. If you can't move right, just don't. Learn how to sing, I guess, or code. This job might kill you, or, maybe cripple you, maybe somebody else. Look around. Most of the fellas my age don't even walk right anymore. Some of them can’t even pick their nose. You will at least become familiar with ibuprofen ovre time. Most fellas I work with are fit as hell, move well, know the job - come friday every one of us is tired. It’s likely you don’t know tired yet, jelly-legs. You will, and you’ll get passed it. You sleep really well when you work hard.
Knowing how to move equates to good balance and strength, continuing motion; consider water, move like it. You will need to in this profession. You won't need the gym. Listen - you gotta eat right and actually drink all that water during the day, not just when it's 94 degrees out. Eat right - protein in the morning, then veggies, fruits, more protein, nuts, carbs. - good food, not processed. Try. We all fail at this, but, in the overall, builders have good diets because we need to - we need stamina, endurance. We need to be able to do the work and it's hard. Even if you're fit going in, you haven't moved this way before and you will bang up your hands, shins, forearms until you have learned. Your legs will wobble, you will make things harder than they need to be. Until you get through it. There are levels of fit. You will toughen-up, or quit.
The wickedest bonus: consider this, I'm in my mid-50's, dating, well, ish. Building keeps me pretty fit, as a result, guess what I can still do? **cue sexy music** I can get down in the morning, goto work, built ****, come home and do it again. Can you? My ex used to call me the energizer bunny, and the match dot com chicas just don’t stop calling. You’re up against me, ************. Go ahead, introduce me to your mom or your sister. Thanks
Now, working with wood - it's not all the same. Most of what I mentioned above is framing. I'm building a house right now, until we move to sheetrock, it's framing, or, rough. So, 2x6's into walls; headers, 2x10s and sheathing into floors. You’ve got your interior walls. Gables, walls - stand 'em up, plumb them. brace 'em, lap them in, square them off - there's a lot of ways and framing methodologies, governed by the plans. People like to move well differently. People frame differently. Adapt. Finish is different. Immediately, it's lighter. It's also more precise and you need tools for rough (framing) and finish because as a carpenter you will do both. Get the tools you need when you need them. Lol, you'll paint, too, and siding and likely roofing.
Woodworker is different as well - cabinetry, furniture, custom whatever. This is where I am more at home - I like building houses, remodeling, and whatnot, carpentry - but, I like woodworking better. It suits how I move better; I am more precision and finesse. As well - I don't like fuk'ing heights anymore. I'm a ground guy - you ain't. You are an everything guy until you are not - until you get better at the one, or two things. Or, it falls into you, or vice versa and you adapt. I've been saying all along that it's about movement, and it is. Carpentry is different than woodworking, than plumbing, than concrete work - they all overlap in that tools, heavy, stress, movement, all that - but they are all specialties. I like wood. If I'm not pulling a sliver out I didn't work that day. If I don't get to smell sawdust, or see the sunrise, then the day is ****. In a woodshop I don't get to be in the sun, or, weather (this gets you pretty strong and enhances your health), but - I don't HAVE to be in the weather, and I get to build cool things, or even just maybe boxes, but, I'm at my bench using my tools, smelling sawdust, fashioning stuff from pieces of wood and whatnot.
I think carpentry, building, is the 2nd best job ever, for anybody that can do it, woman or man. Speaking of women in building - I have worked with women in the profession before, way back in the day twice, and 3 times in the past few years. It's tricky. When I was teaching there was this one guy that used to say - she's got the biggest tits in 6th grade, that's a lot of responsibility. Make what you will of that, but, he wasn't a deviant, and it was funny once. You can't not see tits. Imma say that one more time, for those in the back - you can't not see tits. You gotta couple that with an inconvenient truth - most guys are pretty base, and though you wish you could escape it, sexual politics is everywhere. Now, I haven't met all that many gross fellas, honestly, and we are usually not at all what you think, but, there's a lotta riff-raff in this industry, to be sure. Also, there's biology.
Back in the day, the women I worked with were tough looking chicas, focused. They knew the deal, where they were at, what they were in. One was a plumber's apprentice and the other was a 'floor-guy'. The woman working the floors had an easier time, but both had bosses leering, pre-occupied. During the past few years one woman was on our framing crew - we were building a house. Boss was embarrassing, acted the fool, and she had no idea how to move. Her tits got in the way every day, the boss was a pig, she started working it because she sucked at framing and wouldn't learn and I quit those losers 2 months in. The other was working with me on a maintenance crew for a big condo complex. Most of the guys were drooling idiots because she was a 'hottie' and I had to redo her work because she sucked at it. Painting, too. Boss made excuses and leered. I quit there, too. It's just a pain in the ass. Most recently there was a young woman working in our woodshop, phone in back pocket or hand. She couldn't really lift the wood or move very fast or do much. She took cabinetry in trade school and, in fact, the shop manager was her old shop teacher, and was all the bad things.
****ing gross. Also, I caught her eye-****ing me twice. Seriously. At work. Goodbye. It may sound like I don't like working with women. Untrue. It's what becomes of the men that I don't like; it's the stupid. I have worked next to women that I have respected immensely, have learned from, just not in the building trade. I don't like working with anyone that makes me do it twice, or, that brings distraction. I don't care how you feel about this - I don't need a set of incompetent tits next to me, I don't need the boss wondering how he can get into her pants instead of planning for the next move. This job is far to serious for that ****. That said - I love working with the fellas, building stuff, but, I do miss working along side women. We are different and it's awesome how we process and use information differently, conclusions we may come to by virtue of a more complete perspective in having the other. That's awesome and any m/f team working well is probably the goat of whatever they are doing. I'll work next to and with you all day, ma'am, lady, chicasauras, and we will do just fine. Aside from amount of boards carried, I expect the same from ‘her’ as I do from ‘him’.
If you go into this with a good head, some common sense, and good movement ability, coordination, you will be fine. It’s a great profession on so many levels, and there is so much to learn, to do, to experience. I have been at this on and off for 35 years, give or take; good at stuff, not so good at stuff (yet, or, lol, still), still learning, teaching other times, or, just working with or without others building cool ****. I know how to move, to use my tools, and am afraid of heights, but, you wouldn’t ever know it from watching. I am no better or worse than you, truth be told, and you can do this, too. If you’re of a mind.
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Being a carpenter is not such a bad thing to do. You can actually earn a lot of money through this if you are good at your job.
Being a carpenter is awesome, and, yes, you can make money. But, you gotta be careful. MOst guys my age can't even walk correctly, have all manner of debilitating issues. This is why I stressed movement so much. Eat right, move right, sleep. Building is awesome.
I hope it's not too intrusive of me to ask, I was just wondering because I know I'm not the only one on here that's medicating.
I take Wellbutrin XL and Abilify.
Abilify? You know that's in the Halidol family?
Unless you're schizophrenic don't use that junk!
That group of drugs is known to cause permanent neurological motor damage in some patients. That's not an exaggeration.
Nicotine is a better drug... cigars are delicious.
blackhawk said:
Abilify? You know that's in the Halidol family?
Unless you're schizophrenic don't use that junk!
That group of drugs is known to cause permanent neurological motor damage in some patients. That's not an exaggeration.
Nicotine is a better drug... cigars are delicious.
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They're both anti-psychotics, but Abilify is an atypical anti-psychotic while Haldol is a typical anti-psychotic. I can't, from the top of my head, tell you what the key differences are, but I just know Abilify has less side effects than Haldol does. I actually wanted to switch to Haldol months ago, but my prescriber couldn't prescribe me Haldol.
I am diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, depressive type. Being on anti-psychotics helps me feel "normal" again — I stupidly got off of my anti-psychotics for several months, and have just started taking them again.
If you don't have auditory hallucinations ie talking voices I ditch that class of drugs. In my wayward youth I tried Halidol, big mistake. One of the worst drugs I ever sampled.
Beware if you begin getting neck aches, stop taking it immediately. It's just god awful stuff if you don't -really- need it. They cross prescribe Abilify for depression which is reckless even advertised it for that.
Get your doctor onboard or find one that will listen to you. Again nicotine may be better with less side effects.
I'd take Provigil over Wellbutrin without thinking twice. Provigil is a fascinating drug, nearly transparent with almost no side effects. It's a mild antidepressant and it makes everything more interesting, colors look more intense and so on. It's a stimulant but doesn't raise your heartrate or bp. It will keep you effortlessly awake if taken when you should be asleep but if you wish to go to sleep you can.
Use only this derivative though as the later versions suck; Newvilgil feels like you drank way too much coffee.
blackhawk said:
If you don't have auditory hallucinations ie talking voices I ditch that class of drugs. In my wayward youth I tried Halidol, big mistake. One of the worst drugs I ever sampled.
Beware if you begin getting neck aches, stop taking it immediately. It's just god awful stuff if you don't -really- need it. They cross prescribe Abilify for depression which is reckless even advertised it for that.
Get your doctor onboard or find one that will listen to you. Again nicotine may be better with less side effects.
I'd take Provigil over Wellbutrin without thinking twice. Provigil is a fascinating drug, nearly transparent with almost no side effects. It's a mild antidepressant and it makes everything more interesting, colors look more intense and so on. It's a stimulant but doesn't raise your heartrate or bp. It will keep you effortlessly awake if taken when you should be asleep but if you wish to go to sleep you can.
Use only this derivative though as the later versions suck; Newvilgil feels like you drank way too much coffee.
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I have auditory hallucinations, as well as other types, but my biggest issue are the delusions. I'm sorry that you had a bad experience with Haldol. I've personally never really experienced any significant or major side effects with Abilify — tremors and lethargy were the two main issues, but they disappear over time.
I do think it's extremely irresponsible to use anti-psychotics for mood disorders (besides mood disorders with psychotic features) or even personality disorders when there are better medications they can prescribe that would work so much better, but because everything helpful is now scheduled, they shove bullsh*t drugs into people's mouths to "test them out first." I've been prescribed 15 different psychiatric medications, 24 different times, and 8/15 of those medications didn't work for me.
Psychotic disorders are serious illnesses, and more-so than not, people suffering from psychotic disorders or psychotic features tend to have a better quality of life when on anti-psychotics. I know a lot of people whose lives are unmanageable without the use of medications, and I know that I function much, much better when I'm medicating. I use nicotine as well, but nicotine isn't going to stop my persecutory delusions and apophenia.
I do agree with you, though — stimulants are amazing, but so is Wellbutrin (for me). Almost a decade of severe depression, and the only thing that has worked for me has been Wellbutrin. We just have different views because we've had different experiences and impairments.
I hear you. Rock and a hard place. Go with the lowest effective dose. After over 50 years you think they have something better.
One thing I can tell you is avoid alcohol; it will make things worse invariably over time if abused or if you're intolerant to it.
blackhawk said:
I hear you. Rock and a hard place. Go with the lowest effective dose. After over 50 years you think they have something better.
One thing I can tell you is avoid alcohol; it will make things worse invariably over time if abused or if you're intolerant to it.
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Yup, that's what I'm on. Too high of a dose made me useless — I couldn't function at all because I was always so tired.
And yeah, I'm not a big drinker, anyway.
None, and I've never did in my 66 years of life.
I take a dose of XDA in the morning and another half dose at evening. Other than that I have never took not even an aspirin and i hope i will never need any...
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Yup, that's what I'm on. Too high of a dose made me useless — I couldn't function at all because I was always so tired.
And yeah, I'm not a big drinker, anyway.
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It's known for that. Use the minimum effective amount. Split pills if needed.
Halidol made me feel like I was in White Zombie.
Lol, be careful when sampling other people's meds kiddies...
Once tried some heart medication too, that was even less fun but stimulating
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I take a dose of XDA in the morning and another half dose at evening. Other than that I have never took not even an aspirin and i hope i will never need any...
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XDA Developers is pretty damn addictive, to be honest. [Just pretend like there's a laughing emoji here — I forgot how to add emoticons.]
blackhawk said:
It's known for that. Use the minimum effective amount. Split pills if needed.
Halidol made me feel like I was in White Zombie.
Lol, be careful when sampling other people's meds kiddies...
Once tried some heart medication too, that was even less fun but stimulating
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Yeah, it sucks that a lot of psychiatric medications has the side effect of lethargy. I'm on 10 MG of Abilify now, and while there's a bit of tiredness, it's not as bad as when I was on 15 MG. I kid you not, I would sleep up to 16 hours a day, and spend like 4 hours just trying to wake up.
Haha, did you use the heart medications with a recreational intent?
I don't take any of this. But I do have friends that are on all sorts of stuff.
I'm just happy that people can discuss this all openly now.
Now if they only invent a non-addictive sleeping pill that lets you jump out of bed in the morning I wouldn't have to be typing this at 2:30 AM.
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Now if they only invent a non-addictive sleeping pill that lets you jump out of bed in the morning I wouldn't have to be typing this at 2:30 AM.
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Provigil is the one that you wanted... you can take it dead tired and effortlessly stay awake.
No jitters, just rested alertness plus. Even restores eye/hand reaction times. The kicker is after an hour or two if you got done what you wanted you can go into a normal sleep. One of the strangest drugs I've ever used. I experienced no side effects.
My experience is typical of its users.
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Yeah, it sucks that a lot of psychiatric medications has the side effect of lethargy. I'm on 10 MG of Abilify now, and while there's a bit of tiredness, it's not as bad as when I was on 15 MG. I kid you not, I would sleep up to 16 hours a day, and spend like 4 hours just trying to wake up.
Haha, did you use the heart medications with a recreational intent?
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Try 5 or 7.5mg Use to minimum dose that works. Over time you may need to adjust it up or down slightly.
Again nicotine helps with reasoning and productivity. Depending on dosage it and independently, it calms and stimulates. Probably better in tobacco though as the other organic compounds modify it's effects.
Tobacco is also a anti inflammatory. Since I started smoking cigars I don't get tendonitis anymore. Of coarse it has it's down sides including relaxing the esophageal sphincter muscle, bad if you have a hiatal hernia, but otherwise calms the GI tract. As for cancer, best to not inhale the smoke or chew it excessively.
Tobacco has been given a bad name but there are good medicinal reasons it's been used for over a millennium. Exponentially better than coffee to keep you awake, it's saved my life more then once. A good cigar triggers memories from long ago you thought you had forgotten. Quite relaxing and pleasant.
It is also quite addictive especially if used before the brain matures which is in the late 20's perhaps 30's.
Long story but it was in with a box with pot, valium and such. So naturally I assumed it had to be something fun. The label wasn't clear to it's use giving the name and dosage instructions. Of course I took twice as much as indicated, adolescent SOP. It wasn't until latter (with heart fluttering) that I looked it up in Merck's Index. I quickly understood the error of my ways...
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You can take it dead tired and effortlessly stay awake.
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But I can stay effortlessly awake, I just think of something that happened 20 years ago or what I'm going to code tomorrow or what's for lunch or ...
Full strength cigars keep the killer bunnies indolent for me.