And I'm only 18 and I been having all of these problems since I was 16. At the age of 18, I am officaly a cripple person since I spend literally 65% of my day, for 2 years so far, treating my health issues.
When I was younger, I was always anemic, had asthma etc, people always said how I had a hacking cough, plus I used to always get a stich and miss school, got a reputation for falling asleep in class.
Oddly, I wasn't even the sort of dweeby type, I was actually near the top of the class for some of the sports, always played football at lunch etc.
But then think it took it's toll on me, since I went from being tall to one of the shorter people during secondary school, only just caught up again in recent years. I guess that's what I get for living off KFC and polo mints (you would think that's an exaggeration, but for quite a long period its not).
Since then I took irritable bowel syndrome (not surprising given the above perhaps), that bothered me for a while but I eat well now so it doesn't really bother me. I dare say I have become a reasonably healthy person!
At the end of the day politics is just trash compared to the Gospel.
Handsome features, gorgeous body, sky-high IQ, and never a health problem in my life.
God, it almost hurts to be me. Bless that spermcell for outpacing those millions of lesser ones.
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Ugliness is an interpretation by those whom have concerns about their own appearance and those of others. I have no health problems presently, but I wonder what the future holds for this hoplessly addicted chain smoker!
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Re: How many health problems do you have?
I am terribly unhealthy. I will die soon.
I am winded by climbing a flight of stairs.
My teeth are full of holes and cracks and I can barely muster the strength to bite through nail keratin.
I have moderate acid reflux.
I may have irritable bowel syndrome and hemmorhoids.
I have moderate lactose intolerance.
I have tree pollen allergies.
I suffer from sporadic episodes of back pain.
I get occasional pains in my shoulders and around my heart.
I'm always tired and mildly depressed; I get sleepy after 12 hours of wakefulness; my metabolic rate has dropped like a stone and I have gained 5 kg since the beginning of the year.
I have poor reflexes and depth perception.
I have a poor memory.
I am insane.
Your post bears an uncanny resemblance to the first few pages of Three Men in a Boat, to Say Nothing of the Dog. This is the bit I mean:
It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt.
I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch—hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into—some fearful, devastating scourge, I know—and, before I had glanced half down the list of "premonitory symptoms," it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever—read the symptoms—discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it—wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus's Dance—found, as I expected, that I had that too,—began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically—read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright's disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.
I felt rather hurt about this at first; it seemed somehow to be a sort of slight. Why hadn't I got housemaid's knee? Why this invidious reservation? After a while, however, less grasping feelings prevailed. I reflected that I had every other known malady in the pharmacology, and I grew less selfish, and determined to do without housemaid's knee. Gout, in its most malignant stage, it would appear, had seized me without my being aware of it; and zymosis I had evidently been suffering with from boyhood. There were no more diseases after zymosis, so I concluded there was nothing else the matter with me.
I sat and pondered. I thought what an interesting case I must be from a medical point of view, what an acquisition I should be to a class! Students would have no need to "walk the hospitals," if they had me. I was a hospital in myself. All they need do would be to walk round me, and, after that, take their diploma.
On Azathoth's point about sleeping, I find I never feel sleepy at all when I'm up early, but if I lie in then I'm only semi-conscious all day. Maybe sleeping less would actually help?
At the end of the day politics is just trash compared to the Gospel.
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Re: How many health problems do you have?
Originally Posted by Lemur
Your post bears an uncanny resemblance to the first few pages of Three Men in a Boat, to Say Nothing of the Dog. This is the bit I mean:
It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt.
I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch—hay fever, I fancy it was. I got down the book, and read all I came to read; and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into—some fearful, devastating scourge, I know—and, before I had glanced half down the list of "premonitory symptoms," it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it.
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever—read the symptoms—discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it—wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus's Dance—found, as I expected, that I had that too,—began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically—read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright's disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid's knee.
I felt rather hurt about this at first; it seemed somehow to be a sort of slight. Why hadn't I got housemaid's knee? Why this invidious reservation? After a while, however, less grasping feelings prevailed. I reflected that I had every other known malady in the pharmacology, and I grew less selfish, and determined to do without housemaid's knee. Gout, in its most malignant stage, it would appear, had seized me without my being aware of it; and zymosis I had evidently been suffering with from boyhood. There were no more diseases after zymosis, so I concluded there was nothing else the matter with me.
I sat and pondered. I thought what an interesting case I must be from a medical point of view, what an acquisition I should be to a class! Students would have no need to "walk the hospitals," if they had me. I was a hospital in myself. All they need do would be to walk round me, and, after that, take their diploma.
Implying implications. Your lack of sensitivity towards my affliction offends me.
Originally Posted by Hooahguy
i am, as Azathoth, moderately lactose intolerant, and i get allergies.
i am overweight, but its kinda hard to tell.
other than that im fine!
It's because we're Jews.
Originally Posted by A Nerd
I've heard that to be true. Sleeping too much will make you lethargic.
I already tend to avoid sleeping in my bed or other comfortable locations, as it is not uncommon for me to remain asleep for upwards of 15 hours without external stimuli (even when well-rested). I can't imagine how many hundreds or thousands of hours I've wasted so far.
I can't imagine how many hundreds or thousands of hours I've wasted so far
It's not time wasted, it's time well spent. Sleep is like death. Dreaming becoming the reality that was once life. Vivid hallucinations that involve all of the 5 senses, allowing interaction much like that of the waking hours. Interpretations and the full extent of such hallucinations are quite different in life and death. Sleep being the unknown eternity, if of course, you never wake up.
I'm prone to ulnar nerve entrapment, so I can't rest on my left elbow. And my knee joints don't align properly, so anything more than a walk can be painful, but it's background pain now. It's fixable either through surgery (tendons moved to different anchor points on the bones, painful and long healing process) or if I am really lucky my exercise will "wake-up" the muscles in the area and help realign them.
Some piously affirm: "The truth is such and such. I know! I see!"
And hold that everything depends upon having the “right” religion.
But when one really knows, one has no need of religion. - Mahavyuha Sutra
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Well some bone in my left hand is like twice the size of that in my other hand and when I sit bend over something seems to push itself over my ribcage a bit and I have to push it back. Otherwise I'm fine.
I think the most important question is how those health problems affect your life.
Originally Posted by Drone
Someone has to watch over the wheat.
Originally Posted by TinCow
We've made our walls sufficiently thick that we don't even hear the wet thuds of them bashing their brains against the outer wall and falling as lifeless corpses into our bottomless moat.
Bah! Today I have some flu thing and possibly an ear infection. Feel like crap because I also had to stay up half the night because my brother decided to come down at 1 in the morning and be hyper then puke all over the bathroom. A thousand curses!
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At the end of the day politics is just trash compared to the Gospel.
I've had some problems with a heart that have tried to beat its way out of my chest, an event accompanied with a slight blackening of the vision. The health personnel that I've seen apparently had a specific idea of what the problem was, but I haven't been successfully diagnosed yet; and apparently it is not that urgent to get the diagnosis, so nothing more is being done.
Apart from this and some trouble with getting adequate amounts of sleep, I'm pretty darn healthy.
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