Today is Wednesday, Feburary 17th, 2010 and it is now 614 PM here in Brooklyn, NY, USA.
Yet another mont has gone by without posting so let me try to cram it all in here (ooooh, sounds like a date I had last night).
I never progressed far enough in my telling of my life story to discuss my war wounds. The first one, at age 17 in southern Lebanon happened in a firefight on patrol in the Shouf. The Shouf are G-D forsaken mountains where only (formerly) marginalised Peoples like Druse and Maronite Christians live. -n 1984, when I was 17, our big problem was Syria and their puppets, the PLA.
The "PLA" was the Syrian sponsored "Palestinia Liberation Army," as opposed to the famous PLO whom Syria hated. I took bullet fragments that shattered against a concrete wall. They entered under my chin, tore through my jaws and ended up dispersed in my snus cavities. Fun. I was mostly angry more than anything as I remember spitting out teeth before I passed out. The pain was unimagineable when I woke.
I was carried out to a field where a copter took me back south, into Israel, to Hadassah Hospital. I was too fucked up to even enjoy the morphine (that would come with my 2nd wound, the one that made me a junkie).
I am discussing this incident because it left my jaws with micro fractures all over, unable to be repaired. Every few months they go bad and "pain" does not describe what it feels like.
Analgesia for junkies is a terrible affair. All the more for freaks like me who, like many Middle-Easterners (which by the way means all ethnic Jews), has extra enzymatic pathways for p450 (the pathway that metabolises opiates/opioids). Basically, it means I take a freakish amount of opiates/opioids to feel anything. I regularly take 1200 mgs of methadone to "feel it," but enough with the "dick sizing."
What happens at times like this, is my jaw radiates this intense pain, and it causes an intense headache behind my left eye. Often times it will burst a blood vessel. I used to worry that it may cause major complications but have been assured over and over that it will not cause anything major. The pain lasts 3 to 6 days, never shorter, never longer. Imagine a 6 day hangover headache PLUS toothache in every tooth on the left side of your mouth...welcome to my world.
Nobody likes a whiner so I usually just read (counter-intuitive, reading with a massive headache I know), and worry to death any woman I am involved with.
Speaking of which...Rizza was trying to convince me to give it another go but as I alluded to in previous posts I have moved past her and am involved with another woman.
Anyone that followed my Journal would probablly remember my questioning whether -or-not I was fully human because I doubted my ability to love. Well, weird as it is, in my early 40s I think I finally fell. So Rizza is relegated to the hell she has created for herself, her family is hopelessly shamed, and in the end I made out wonderfully. I may talk about it more in a subsequent entry.
My eldest has started his job, taken 3 cruises, uneventfully (thank G-D) through the Molluccas, on tankers out of Brunei. One would not think so but the primary loads hijacked are petrol. Whether the Gulf, West Africa or SE Asia they are after the black stuff. I gues it makes sense.
Me? I follow the trade, there is a trade journal that highlights interdiction and the geopolitical strands that make up SE Asian smuggling, but they do not cover the petrol aspect.
I wil close this boring entry and think about gossping about my personal life in a following entry, get my mind off that imaginary finger poking out my eye...fun to be me.
Yet another mont has gone by without posting so let me try to cram it all in here (ooooh, sounds like a date I had last night).
I never progressed far enough in my telling of my life story to discuss my war wounds. The first one, at age 17 in southern Lebanon happened in a firefight on patrol in the Shouf. The Shouf are G-D forsaken mountains where only (formerly) marginalised Peoples like Druse and Maronite Christians live. -n 1984, when I was 17, our big problem was Syria and their puppets, the PLA.
The "PLA" was the Syrian sponsored "Palestinia Liberation Army," as opposed to the famous PLO whom Syria hated. I took bullet fragments that shattered against a concrete wall. They entered under my chin, tore through my jaws and ended up dispersed in my snus cavities. Fun. I was mostly angry more than anything as I remember spitting out teeth before I passed out. The pain was unimagineable when I woke.
I was carried out to a field where a copter took me back south, into Israel, to Hadassah Hospital. I was too fucked up to even enjoy the morphine (that would come with my 2nd wound, the one that made me a junkie).
I am discussing this incident because it left my jaws with micro fractures all over, unable to be repaired. Every few months they go bad and "pain" does not describe what it feels like.
Analgesia for junkies is a terrible affair. All the more for freaks like me who, like many Middle-Easterners (which by the way means all ethnic Jews), has extra enzymatic pathways for p450 (the pathway that metabolises opiates/opioids). Basically, it means I take a freakish amount of opiates/opioids to feel anything. I regularly take 1200 mgs of methadone to "feel it," but enough with the "dick sizing."
What happens at times like this, is my jaw radiates this intense pain, and it causes an intense headache behind my left eye. Often times it will burst a blood vessel. I used to worry that it may cause major complications but have been assured over and over that it will not cause anything major. The pain lasts 3 to 6 days, never shorter, never longer. Imagine a 6 day hangover headache PLUS toothache in every tooth on the left side of your mouth...welcome to my world.
Nobody likes a whiner so I usually just read (counter-intuitive, reading with a massive headache I know), and worry to death any woman I am involved with.
Speaking of which...Rizza was trying to convince me to give it another go but as I alluded to in previous posts I have moved past her and am involved with another woman.
Anyone that followed my Journal would probablly remember my questioning whether -or-not I was fully human because I doubted my ability to love. Well, weird as it is, in my early 40s I think I finally fell. So Rizza is relegated to the hell she has created for herself, her family is hopelessly shamed, and in the end I made out wonderfully. I may talk about it more in a subsequent entry.
My eldest has started his job, taken 3 cruises, uneventfully (thank G-D) through the Molluccas, on tankers out of Brunei. One would not think so but the primary loads hijacked are petrol. Whether the Gulf, West Africa or SE Asia they are after the black stuff. I gues it makes sense.
Me? I follow the trade, there is a trade journal that highlights interdiction and the geopolitical strands that make up SE Asian smuggling, but they do not cover the petrol aspect.
I wil close this boring entry and think about gossping about my personal life in a following entry, get my mind off that imaginary finger poking out my eye...fun to be me.