TheUncreated
Bluelighter
Recently, I've began to seriously reflect upon some things about my body and mind that are, in all honesty, impossible. A few of my most intimate friends have began referring to me as an "alien." So, without further adieu, I have some examples of things that I wish to share with my favorite internet community...
-My normal resting heart rate ranges from 39-42. I check it every time I wake up.
Recently, I was hospitalized after falling extremely ill with some unknown pathogen that was never identified. I had a 104 degree fever for 5 days straight, during this period, my heart rate never rose above 50 bpm. I had sever CNS, liver, gallbladder, intestinal inflammation and was on 2.5 mg of dilaudid (hydromorphone) intravenously every 1.5 hours. I have zero opiate tolerance. For those of you who don't know what that means, that is unheard of, from what I can tell, as a medical dose.
-Once my fever broke and my body temperature returned to normal (100.2-101.0 for me) my heart rate dropped to, for the latter three days of my stay, 35 to 37 bpm. I attribute the slight drop to the heavy opiate dosing. My oxygen saturation was 100%, which was the only reason the nurses didn't rush me to the cardiac intensive care unit.
-The only other medically verified results I have received are the results of a recent blood test, confirming a doctor's hunch of hyperactive adrenal glands.
-another important thing, I don't drink solely because it's a waste of time and money, as alcohol literally does not affect me. I drank, in the presence of about 25 witnesses, 43 shots in 3 hours. And then gave up because most of the vodka was paid for by a friend about who's budget I actually cared.
- Oh, and I also stopped seeing a therapist once because of an impending psychiatric diagnosis of "psychosis" or something like that.
- For the last 8 weeks (since I started keeping track) I have slept, on average, 9 hours per week. (Before anyone asks, I am not a meth addict and only take amphetamine once per week at 6:30 am.
-Before I entered the hospital, I weighed 220 lbs. I couldn't eat any protein for 2 weeks, and lost 20 pounds. After this period, once I started lifting again, I gained 10 pounds of muscle (and 50 lbs in squat max) in 10 days.
Now, before any of you interpret this as simply inhuman arrogance, I must (perhaps meaninglessly) say that I truly am not arrogant. I genuinely despise conceited people and strive to not emulate what I view as one of humanity's worst and most destructive traits.
Well, that's the tip of the iceberg. I just want to hear some second opinions.
-My normal resting heart rate ranges from 39-42. I check it every time I wake up.
Recently, I was hospitalized after falling extremely ill with some unknown pathogen that was never identified. I had a 104 degree fever for 5 days straight, during this period, my heart rate never rose above 50 bpm. I had sever CNS, liver, gallbladder, intestinal inflammation and was on 2.5 mg of dilaudid (hydromorphone) intravenously every 1.5 hours. I have zero opiate tolerance. For those of you who don't know what that means, that is unheard of, from what I can tell, as a medical dose.
-Once my fever broke and my body temperature returned to normal (100.2-101.0 for me) my heart rate dropped to, for the latter three days of my stay, 35 to 37 bpm. I attribute the slight drop to the heavy opiate dosing. My oxygen saturation was 100%, which was the only reason the nurses didn't rush me to the cardiac intensive care unit.
-The only other medically verified results I have received are the results of a recent blood test, confirming a doctor's hunch of hyperactive adrenal glands.
-another important thing, I don't drink solely because it's a waste of time and money, as alcohol literally does not affect me. I drank, in the presence of about 25 witnesses, 43 shots in 3 hours. And then gave up because most of the vodka was paid for by a friend about who's budget I actually cared.
- Oh, and I also stopped seeing a therapist once because of an impending psychiatric diagnosis of "psychosis" or something like that.
- For the last 8 weeks (since I started keeping track) I have slept, on average, 9 hours per week. (Before anyone asks, I am not a meth addict and only take amphetamine once per week at 6:30 am.
-Before I entered the hospital, I weighed 220 lbs. I couldn't eat any protein for 2 weeks, and lost 20 pounds. After this period, once I started lifting again, I gained 10 pounds of muscle (and 50 lbs in squat max) in 10 days.
Now, before any of you interpret this as simply inhuman arrogance, I must (perhaps meaninglessly) say that I truly am not arrogant. I genuinely despise conceited people and strive to not emulate what I view as one of humanity's worst and most destructive traits.
Well, that's the tip of the iceberg. I just want to hear some second opinions.
