Itsgoneundertheboa
Bluelighter
Currently sat in first class on Bolivian airlines. Should be landing in Spangladesh later. Have a good weekend people
30mg lines, 45 mins of fun no drip no burn just face numbing fun.
FUBAR-I said I WASN'T going to do that bit of work whilst intoxicated, for that very reason. Enough crashes in my life, but only such as the rest of EADD experience, as in comedowns. Never said I was going to get shitfaced and then fire up the torch. Indeed, I left it until today, when taking just the level of opioid and chlormethiazole to keep me from withdrawal from the former, and to continue adequate seizure prophylaxis in the case of the chlormethiazole.
The latter, when you've been taking it longterm as an anticonvulsant, at doses suitable for such, one gets used to it and it is not noticeable, it doesn't get you high, taking it at the recommended dose, day, in day out, for years. Doesn't make me clumsy, or otherwise impair. Its more or less the same as someoe who's been taking a benzo for a long, long time, and keeping to the dosage they are stable at.
A seizure whilst working with a gas torch would be infinitely more dengerous, not to mention messy and painful.
For me, when they do happen, it starts initially (usually) as myoclonic, then procedes to an atonic seizure, where one is conscious, and aware of everything going on around you, but complete or almost totally complete (voluntary muscular, they do not, or certainly seem not, to interfere with breathing etc) Your just stuck there, trying to respond, and completely unable. I'd sooner not have that happen and see an intense torch flame pointing at a tank of flammable gas, whilst my life flashes before my eyes, prior to, well, just a flash, and no eyes left for life to flash before, if you see what I meant.
So whilst shitfaced, I used the time to go play fallout 2 and x-com TFTD, which of course, is a far less risky way of occupying one's time.
And not to mention, for my tolerance level, 20mg oxy with the GABAergics is miniscule. Tolerance, whilst I've never tried finding an upper limit whereby it wold become dangerous, and nor do I plan to (and even if I did, it wouldn't be oxy, stuff is kinda crap) but a 1-1.5g IV shot of morphine, as the sulfate salt or HCl salt, is not, for me, an overdose. I've been having to take opioid pain meds for a long, long time now and until I can score some naltrexone, tolerance is, and is likely to remain an issue. Recently, after a really quite nasty injury to an eye, have been needing further opioidergics to control the pain from that.
Was wearing goggles at the time, but the force exerted by the pressur driving the gout of corrosive unpleasntness was, hiting at an upwards angle, sufficient to push those goggles up my head and expose my eye. Sight was already piss poor after a childhood accident, when I was little, and the Kanner's/MR school first attended didn't even HAVE a chemistry lab. True, they had a few batteries, wires and lightbulbs, and once, ONCE, let us all watch the iodine-starch color change rxn, performed by a 'teacher' (not a science teacher, just a general purpose classroom assistant from as far away as they could retire in the room.)
At that time was around the time I started, perhaps a few yeas earlier, all I had to lean with were A-level textbooks, and whatever compendia of reactions and stoichiometry without anything bar, if anything at all, the most primitive comments on actual setup.
The practicals, and safety I had to fund myself in the entirety and the latter of the had to be worked out by logic, trial and error. So understandaly, with that alone to go on, there were a few errors made. But I had no true science teacher then, and nobody I could ask. I had to learn in the manner the earliest bio/chemists did by experimentation. Which did of course, lead to the occasional error and one or two hospital trips as little kid. What I had to go on was my own work, A-level and above books to learn the principles. The practicals at that age, those had to be deduced by trial, error and once or twice running like hell from a cloud of teargas.
If all you have is the basic rxn formuae, and the rest one must work out for themselves (at that age I didn't have an internet connection at all, so that was no a valid way to learn technique, at said stage in life, I had to teach that to myself. There WAS no other option.
And once, that resulted in my 'good eye' (there are in fact, not good and bad ones, but bad and worse, at an age just aound or almost in double figuers, the 'good' eye was badly burnt) at least twice. But,when teaching yourself the subject I had to learn by trial and error. It is one thing to know how a reaction equation balances, and quite another to figure out the optimum setup to perform that same procedure.
Of course, now I have access to high-quality reagents, rather than needing to prepare each and every thing needed from scratch and free access to journal articles via sci-hub as well as being able to consult with other people of like mind online. Still, not, mind you that I am even attempting to make claim of being anything like the greatest bio/chemist talent in the world. I'm not, and never would claim to be unless it were ever to be a truthful claim, Even if I were, that would have to be dragged of me kicking and screaming before I'd confess to being such.
I do what I do, and am nearly entirely an autodidact in those fields although one thing I like most about that is the total freedom to choose the projects and pursue what *I* want done. That is to say, my creativity has free reign and I get to run things as I please, when I please and how I please. Which I am immensely grateful for.
So, I'm certainly NOT about to go about such a metalworking project ratarsed on downers or nodding out. But it would be just as dangerous more than likely to do so without my regular daily dosage of anti-seizure meds and in fullblown opioid withdrawal, the compromise being to take a dose of what is absolutely neccessary without overdoing it. And beside, if I were all shaky from opioid WD then I'd do a crap job on whats intended to be, when finished, a work of art for somebody I care for a lot, and who deserves infinitely better than work shoddy in the leasl
He has grown on me over the years, as have most of you - gosh I'm feeling so plurry I think I need to whip myself into shape, shape it up, get straight.
Cunt is a compliment.
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