I had a neighbour who embalmed his own wife.
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I assume it's because of "hot pink" which now I type it sounds like a euphanism.
euphemism ? or is that a different word
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I went for a walk on the Hudson Bay coast of far northern Ontario once when I was a teenager and we saw a polar bear. We're Indigenous and my family has connections up there so we went to visit them many times when I was growing up.
We had seen the bear a few days before from the safety of a frieghter canoe filled with a group of hunters with high powered rifles. We were in a 24 foot canoe and the bear was a huge adult that was probably about 12 to 15 feet long on four limbs and probably 20 feet standing. We looked at each other for a while and then dad and his hunter relatives fired warning shots next to the bear. The spray of firing a high powered shot in mud and clay is like a mini explosion or a land mine going off. It scared the bear enough that it started running. The land there is completely flat and featureless and the bear was gone on the horizon as a speck in a matter of minutes. We didn't want it near our camp.
My cousin and I went for a walk later, we came across the big claw marks of the adult polar bear in the mud and clay of the seashore. The marks were huge and it looked like it was made by a small backhoe or tractor. Clean cut marks from four huge claws with each limb. We were impressed and measured them with our feet and hands and head. We said to ourselves, hey this thing could tear us apart in seconds.
It was then that we realized, we about an hour long walk back to camp, we're alone and this bear could reappear at any moment and come running or even just walk fast at us from far away in a matter of minutes. All we had were shotguns to go bird hunting and we were just 16 year old kids. And we couldn't really walk fast in the muddy clay and tundra marsh where we were.
If the bear had been anywhere near us that day ... we would have been one of those little box newspapers stories of two teens that got killed by a bear in the northern wilderness.
20 fucking feet tall ? is that possible ? forgive me but I've never seen a bear and it sounds like fantasy to me
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If I wasn't right about it I wouldn't have a flawless driving record
wrote on last edited by [email protected]...yet.
Just don't take the chance, think of others
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That shop took a lot of shortcuts on safety. I had to pull a dude out of a mill to prevent a 2" drill going into his head because he tripped into it. Never again will I standby as I put my own hands at risk for efficiency over safety.
wrote on last edited by [email protected]A while back, a friend of a friend of mine, all of us ended up together at some nerd type convention...
He'd beeen degloved.
But, miraculously, they surgeons and doctors had managed to ... put the glove back on... and while he did have problems with certain motions and sensations... his hand pretty much worked normally, and I didn't even see anything out of the ordinary wrong with his hand for hours... it just came up in conversation that that jad happened to him, and I was shocked.
Yeah I didn't see it happen, but just thinking about industrial accidents.... fucking oof.
Yeah, safety rules are written in blood, they're there for a reason.
I've got PTSD for... non industrial accident reasons, but I absolutely sympathize with having to see something that horrific first hand.
RIP to the departed.
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Slicing raw meat brings me the weirdest joy.
i just beat my meat for joy
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...yet.
Just don't take the chance, think of others
Thinking consistently of others is a large part of why my driving record is flawless, especially while driving impaired. The average US motorist is a belligerent moron, and the fact that I can drive better under the influence of powerful psychedelics than they can sober won't make the consequences of a collision any less unpleasant for me.
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I'm 99% sure I know my killer is me... eventually as my spine falls apart and suffering massively increases with time. And I'm okay with that so long as it is my choice. When people talk about suicide, I strongly believe in the saying, "no permanent solutions for temporary problems." But I strongly believe in this saying from both perspectives, aka "permanent solutions are your personal choice that I fully respect as an unalienable human right, if you choose, due to permanent problems." Anyone trying to steal such an unalienable human right from another is exceptionally ignorant of the magnitude of potential suffering and is criminally sadistic as far as I'm concerned.
Honestly I can't refute that. Thankfully, euthanisation is legal in some countries (The Netherlands & Switzerland) but many countries need to catch up to it. I'm sorry that you are going through what you are going through, and I hope that you will be able to go on your terms rather than your illness' terms
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I'm not afraid of getting caught for cheating because I'm not cheating. Unless I misread that and you did something else that you're afraid of getting caught for.
wrote on last edited by [email protected]I think I see where the disconnect is. When I say getting caught I mean in general for anything that I might be doing that is otherwise inappropriate.
Not necessarily any one thing.
But I am also not currently cheating on my gf.
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My lungs are 21 years older than I am. My new lungs were put in using a clamshell incision and arching my back… don’t look it up if you’re squeamish, it’s pretty scary looking
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My lungs are 21 years older than I am. My new lungs were put in using a clamshell incision and arching my back… don’t look it up if you’re squeamish, it’s pretty scary looking
I've seen them, I worked in a CF clinic before. Yikes. Do they work?
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Polar bears, unlike other bears, will actively prey upon humans, given the opportunity. Such an encounter is a "do everything that you can to dissuade it" sort of situation. Food is hard to come by in the North, if a polar bear gets within shotgun range, it's almost certainly going for a snack.
wrote on last edited by [email protected]Exactly, and a shotgun with birdshot is not going to convince it that you are a mortal threat. Using one against a bear that maybe wasn't going to eat you might just convince it that you need to be dead anyways.
Note: This is in the context where the bear returns with them on land following its tracks, not with them on the boat. Scaring it from the boat was still the right call.
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My lungs are 21 years older than I am. My new lungs were put in using a clamshell incision and arching my back… don’t look it up if you’re squeamish, it’s pretty scary looking
wrote on last edited by [email protected]So if I undetstand the images I found correctly: They basically reloaded your lungs like a break action shotgun?
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A bit over a decade ago, I was motorcycle camping on a solo trip down the US West coast. Being a bit on the cheap side and preferring wilderness, I decided to make use of the Bureau of Land Management camp sites, where possible. They are free, somewhat remote and quiet (no hookups for RVs or any of that), which I really appreciate.
While heading South through Northern California, I stopped at the one near Ukiah, had a quick dinner, and went to sleep in my 2-person tent that I had been using for the trip. For some reason, I had my laptop out - maybe trying to look at some helmet cam footage. And, when I went to sleep, I was lazy and just suspended it, leaving its power LEDs slowly blinking.
I was awoken in the middle of the night by an animal rather forcefully trying to get through the side of my tent. I shouted and banged on the handle of my hatchet (hollow, glass-filled nylon, so it could be used to make rather significant noise). The animal took off, rather loudly through the brush near the camp site. My laptop, with blinking LEDs was right next to the wall of the tent where my "visitor" had been trying to gain entrance. So, I completely shutdown the laptop, ensuring that there was no blinking and failed to get any more meaningful sleep.
The next morning, once it was light out, I warily looked outside my tent to be sure that my "visitor" wasn't waiting for me. Then, surveyed the site with hatchet in hand and heavy sheath knife on my belt (Morakniv Companion - highly recommended in carbon steel as it's a great knife and still somehow cheap). All around the picnic table where I had cooked my curried lentil dinner were the large and unmistakable tracks of my large feline "visitor". Not wanting to stick around in case the mountain lion decided to come by to investigate some more, I quickly broke camp and made my way back to the road, skipping my planned breakfast for diner food.
As one can reasonably expect from this experience, I camped at the same campground on my way back North and return there to camp fairly regularly.
Least you didnt meet one of the anderson valley serial killers. This area is a hotbed of em.
Well maybe not a decade ago but who knows.
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My lungs are 21 years older than I am. My new lungs were put in using a clamshell incision and arching my back… don’t look it up if you’re squeamish, it’s pretty scary looking
So like a reverse blood eagle?
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When I was a kid I had a hypothesis that autistic people simply lacked souls and that that explained their symptoms. (I don't think this anymore)
Hey my lack of soul is because i'm a fuckin redhead, not because i'm ASD
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Least you didnt meet one of the anderson valley serial killers. This area is a hotbed of em.
Well maybe not a decade ago but who knows.
Fuck me. Yeah... Just looked a bit of it up. There has been a dude in a beater pickup truck (may be a different guy but seemed to be in the same spot, on the other side of the campground) about every other time I'd been up there but, I figured he was likely either living out of his truck or an outdoors enthusiast.
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20 fucking feet tall ? is that possible ? forgive me but I've never seen a bear and it sounds like fantasy to me
They were likely misremembering scale on account of being a teenager at the time. The tallest recorded (standing on hind legs) was 12ft (4m). They are massive creatures.
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Hey the moderator removed my reply. Well it's a good thing he's a moderator, otherwise he'd have to present a coherent argument in public like the rest of us instead of just censoring me.
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Not sure what the difference is, except one implies the other and not vice versa. I'm not planning it, it's just okay if it happens. Wouldn't say I'm mentally prepared, but I hope it's fast enough.
wrote on last edited by [email protected]Well, ready to sounds similar to passive suicidal ideation. Example: you question if you would be motivated to jump out of the way of an oncoming car or accept it.
By mentally prepared I mean that you have an understanding of your own mortality and accept that life will end at some point without having mental or emotional stress at the thought(s).
Edit: Passive Suicidal Ideation is a sign that assistance may be needed. Anyone struggling with this please reach out to a therapist, memorize your prevention hotline, or throw out other lifelines. I had my struggle, but I will continue because I must. I can't rely on others to remember those important to me, or mourn them as they deserve.
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Hey the moderator removed my reply. Well it's a good thing he's a moderator, otherwise he'd have to present a coherent argument in public like the rest of us instead of just censoring me.
I don't know anything at all about the mods in this sub, nor what you said, so this isn't a judgement of that mod at all. However...
I do share your frustration.
I get that mods don't have time to enter arguments with commenters about their comments.
However, that dynamic does allow mods to just remove comments for ideological reasons, or their personal opinions.
