Brian242
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Hello. My name is Brian Clark and I have so many physical alignments and I've had 9 major surgeries. 2 leg operations, 4 back surgeries, and 2 ear surgeries. I'm only 18. I turned 18 only 4 months ago and have been dealing with this surgery shit since I was 11.
I'm a chronic pain patient and my Dr. told me to take two 10/325 Percocet along with a 75mcg/hr Fentanyl patch. It's fucking horrible. None of it helps and I know that if I stop, I'll go into withdraws. I know that people in agonizing pain commit suicide and i'm afraid that I might be one of them.
This pain needs to end. If you look at my profile pic you can see the 20" scar on my back from Scoliosis correction surgery. They wound up putting two 1 and a half foot titanium bars in my spine and twelve 6" screws and bolts in. Then they had to remove it because they missed a spot when they were fusing my spine. They FUCKING MISSED A SPOT. Stupid fucking surgeon. Then they put a new set of the bars and bolts in. THEN, a staph infection. "We can't wash it out" they said, so once again, everything got removed. Leg surgeries sucked, and I have a deformed Anvil bone in my left ear so i'm deaf out of it. the first ear surgery was exploratory surgery, and the second one they tried to put in a metal replacement for the bone, and fucked up. One part of my face is paralyzed.
Last night I was thinking: You know, I've never been able to go to a party, hang out with friends, anything a normal teenager would do. At least I've had sex, and gotten to play guitar with rockstars like Tommy TuTone. You know that song "Jenny 867-5309?" I've got a video whenever I was 14 jamming with him if you all would like to see it.
Guns. I have 9 guns. What am I doing with all these weapons? Why? In case of a war? I feel like Hunter S. Thompson with all these weapons, and i'm afraid one will kill me.
I live in Tulsa and I can't take the pain. I hurt. I can't go places anymore. I can only stand up for 10 minutes at most. I ask my father to drive me around to see what's going on in the world and that alone just about kills me. I'm too young to have to be dealing with this. I'm scared, hurting, and feeling horrible. And no, i'm not going to call a fucking hotline about this.
I don't know what to do. Live, or die? If I live, I will be able to see what's going on in the world. My father is my only family as i'm his only family. If I die, no more pain. No more misery. It would crush my father and it would be very selfish of me. If I commit suicide, I would shoot myself in the heart. Have you ever heard that when you die, all the DMT in your brain is released and since the brain doesn't die for 3 hours after death, you would be able to see the past, present, and future before the brain dies.
I don't want to die, I just want the pain to stop. I just know that in any given moment, I could commit suicide.
I'm a chronic pain patient and my Dr. told me to take two 10/325 Percocet along with a 75mcg/hr Fentanyl patch. It's fucking horrible. None of it helps and I know that if I stop, I'll go into withdraws. I know that people in agonizing pain commit suicide and i'm afraid that I might be one of them.
This pain needs to end. If you look at my profile pic you can see the 20" scar on my back from Scoliosis correction surgery. They wound up putting two 1 and a half foot titanium bars in my spine and twelve 6" screws and bolts in. Then they had to remove it because they missed a spot when they were fusing my spine. They FUCKING MISSED A SPOT. Stupid fucking surgeon. Then they put a new set of the bars and bolts in. THEN, a staph infection. "We can't wash it out" they said, so once again, everything got removed. Leg surgeries sucked, and I have a deformed Anvil bone in my left ear so i'm deaf out of it. the first ear surgery was exploratory surgery, and the second one they tried to put in a metal replacement for the bone, and fucked up. One part of my face is paralyzed.
Last night I was thinking: You know, I've never been able to go to a party, hang out with friends, anything a normal teenager would do. At least I've had sex, and gotten to play guitar with rockstars like Tommy TuTone. You know that song "Jenny 867-5309?" I've got a video whenever I was 14 jamming with him if you all would like to see it.
Guns. I have 9 guns. What am I doing with all these weapons? Why? In case of a war? I feel like Hunter S. Thompson with all these weapons, and i'm afraid one will kill me.
I live in Tulsa and I can't take the pain. I hurt. I can't go places anymore. I can only stand up for 10 minutes at most. I ask my father to drive me around to see what's going on in the world and that alone just about kills me. I'm too young to have to be dealing with this. I'm scared, hurting, and feeling horrible. And no, i'm not going to call a fucking hotline about this.
I don't know what to do. Live, or die? If I live, I will be able to see what's going on in the world. My father is my only family as i'm his only family. If I die, no more pain. No more misery. It would crush my father and it would be very selfish of me. If I commit suicide, I would shoot myself in the heart. Have you ever heard that when you die, all the DMT in your brain is released and since the brain doesn't die for 3 hours after death, you would be able to see the past, present, and future before the brain dies.
I don't want to die, I just want the pain to stop. I just know that in any given moment, I could commit suicide.
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