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Originally Posted by Plan9
Dunno, I'm not a genius, but that "constant intense pain and suffering" bit sounds like a huge quality of life issue to me.
Somebody help me: Are we alive to just consume O2 or to actually interact with our environment in a meaningful fashion?
It's funny that people value their lives so much that they'll continue to torture themselves mercilessly out of simple fear of the end.
If I can't sleep at night and my hours are a constant battle just to be in bearable agony 24/7... you can expect me to clock out.
/threadjack
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Something tells me that pot isn't going to help that person any more than opiates, booze, or a bangin' stripper in their birthday cake.
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Well I've been there. Years of pain. Pain to the extent that just sitting would cause tears at times. Sleep near impossible. One day I'm up walking around doing my thing the next I'm laying on the ground with a large beam on my leg and foot. Years of surgeries, nerve blocks and fucking pills. Pills, fucking pills and more fucking pills. At one point I was taking some crap to off set the side effects of some other crap. Booze? To drink enough to subdue the pain you'd just end up throwing up. Then you'd be in pain and hung over. I remember asking my doctor if we could just cut the leg off. According to several specialists since the pain is nerve based removing the limb wouldn't stop the pain. I tried pot, didn't help me. But I know people who swear it helps, who am I to disagree? They seem more mobile and social when using. Just because that wasn't the right thing for me doesn't mean it's not the right thing for someone else.
As for banging strippers... you know when you're in so much pain that walking and sleeping isn't really an option I can assure you sex isn't high on your Christmas wish list.
And I don't see it a quality of life issue. I see it as an existence of hope issue. Hope that someday you'll beat it, that someday you'll be able to walk your dogs on the beach at sunset and enjoy yourself again.