Quote from: reggie_love on November 16, 2014, 08:28:32 am

Hospital now, OP. Veins go straight to your heart, and oral penicillin won't get all the germs effectively enough. I was an EMT for two years, don't fuck around with this. You need serious medical attention.

dude i know i fucked up and i should be in the er but i cant bring myself to tell those hot nurses what iv been doing with my life....fucking god damnit...im not going unless i see symptoms... what should i be looking for. injection site looks fine and i only feel sick when i think about what i did. this was like 16 hrs ago should i be seeing symptoms? can my heart get infected?

Do you know how many people they see with lightbulbs up their asses or dicks stuck in watermelons? Trust me, they don't give a shit what you've been doing. They'll forget about you. It can take months for symptoms to show up, but it's better to get taken care of early, because if it does get into your heart, even though it is treatable it put you in the hospital for six weeks and require surgery.

You can have:
• Some IV antibiotics, MAYBE a lecture, MAYBE a night in the hospital
or
• A life threatening condition with the potential for lifelong complications even if treated, invasive surgery on the most important organ on your body, lots and lots of time in the hospital with those hot nurses knowing exactly why you're there, and all the expense and risk of death that comes with that.

Choice is yours, bud.

I think an important thing to note is the difference between the goal of an insurgency vs that of a conventional army. Yes, a bunch of armed peasants probably can't take out drones, helicopters, ICBMS, etc. HOWEVER drones don't enforce curfews, helicopters don't drag political prisoners out of their homes in the middle of the night, and ICBMS don't loot supplies from businesses. Boots on the ground do that, and lots and lots of people with rifles are still good against those.

You're not trying to "win" the war. You're trying to survive and disrupt it. You can't beat a conventional army, but you can make it so goddamn expensive (in terms of money, blood, or morale) that they can't be there.

I have no illusions of "overthrowing the government" in the event of tyranny or occupation. I aim to protect my family, friends, and neighbors (and their sovereignty) from those scenarios. That to me is the 21st-century niche of the Second Amendment, and probably the most realistic goal of an armed citizen insurgency. 

Interesting series. Not really one for the action types, but I really liked the drama, the back and forth trickery between the protagonists. The ending was a bit of a let down though. Not going to spoil it though.

Also, loved the intro music on the second half. Totally bizarre. Anybody have a clue if that's even an actual language or just gibberish?

It's a Japanese band called Maximum The Hormone. I think it's Japanese, but judging from their videos... who knows.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdwT5JlH8gM

Also yeah the show was pretty good until they introduced Near/Mellow, then it sucked pretty quickly.

I've been given the wave a couple times by some people on scooters while I'm on my bike (read motorcycle).  I live in a college town, so they're everywhere at times.  My real disgust is how they have no regard for the actual rules of the road, and they wreck all the time because they don't know what they're doing.  My friend and I were rear-ended once by a scooter while stopped at a red light because the kid didn't know how to use the brakes properly.

Full disclosure: owner of a Harley Davidson Sportster XL1200C

Yeah that's my problem too. None of them have taken MSF courses. I saw a dude on a scooter in shorts and flip flops, no helmet, dragging his feet and driving down a 4 lane street while looking down and texting. People think that since they're "cuter" than motorcycles they're somehow less dangerous.

I was high as shit, having just smoked a pretty large bowl by myself maybe 30 minutes previous. I went to meet my friend at this bar, where we had plans to join up and bike home together. This friend of mine is a lightweight petite Asian who gets drunk off of one beer, and that day she had had five, so she was pretty impaired herself at that point. After she settled up her tab, we got on our bikes. I remember noticing that she was going a little faster than she ought to be, when as she was moving to get off the sidewalk and into the street, she was immediately T-boned by a car that must've been going 35mph. Right in front of me. It literally knocked her out of her shoes, and she was lying there on her back, unconscious in the street.

I got a split second of "holy shit that can't have just happened, there's no way that was real" before my brain kicked into crisis mode. I have a huge mental block about swearing in public so I never do it, but right then I found myself involuntarily yelling "FUCK!" at the top of my lungs and I threw my bike down and ran up to help her. I yelled at some dude to call 911, and got some other people to try and block traffic, and a crowd started forming around the scene. I was holding her head to keep her spine stabilized; she was unconscious and not responding to my voice, but she kept writhing around a lot and I didn't want her to hurt anything in case she had broken vertebrae. I'm not sure if it was the weed or the adrenaline or both but I had the sensation of a huge amount of people watching me, when really it was probably 10 bar customers at most. My friend's chest started heaving and I heard someone's voice from behind me like "hey man I think she's gonna puke! She's gonna choke!" and then all of this puke started filling up her mouth and I had to singlehandedly turn her over on her side while keeping her head and body in-line to protect her spine. She let loose all this orange bloody vomit on the street and my hand as I held her mouth open and cleared her airway. I thought for sure she was going to die in that moment, but then she was breathing as normal. I held her like that for probably another minute and then the ambulance showed up. I handed her over to the paramedics, and as I was talking to them and the cops (still very high), I heard her awake and talking while they were loading her into the ambulance.

After everyone left, I had to walk her shoes and mangled bike (which sucked because only one wheel worked so I had to prop it vertically the whole way) back to our house, which felt like it took forever, and then I got in my car and booked it to the hospital to go find her. The hospital was laid out really bizarrely and it felt like this huge maze trying to get to the ER from the parking garage. I finally found her room, got a visitor pass, and went into talk to her. In the end she was totally fine except for a chipped tooth and lots of cuts and bruises, but damn if it wasn't a stressful process. I still cringe at the memory, because I feel like I could've done more to help, or been a better witness, or not have been so stoned in the first place, but I guess I have to admit that I took charge and technically saved my friend's life that day. I shudder to think how much worse that would've gone if I'd been tripping or something, instead of just super blazed.

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