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Name: Nick
Country: United States
State: North Dakota
Birthday: 6/18/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Video Games. Coding. Scripting. Mathematics. Music. Structure. Aka, Awesomeness. Don't hate what you cant understand.
Expertise: Violin, Guitar, Math, Coding, Webscripting. Oh, And pwning you nubs in any game. Except Mario Kart Wii. Fuck that game.
Occupation: Undergraduate at NDSU. Intern
Industry: The one thats full of smart pe
Message: message me
AIM:  FiddlzStickz
Member Since:
9/24/2005
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| Dear Xanga,
My whistling, nostril flaring girlfriend says I have a flat chest and fat toes.
Thank you and I love you too Kristine.
The end.
Nick
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| Ah, kiss me
Flick your cigarette and then kiss me
Kiss me where your eye won't meet me
Meet me where your mind won't kiss me
Flick your eyes and mine and then hit me
Hit me with your eyes so sweetly
Oh, you know you know you know that
Yes I love I mean I'd
Love to get to know you
Do you never wonder?
No, no no no
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy
Ah, kiss me
Flick your cigarette and then kiss me
Kiss me where your eye won't meet me
Meet me where your mind won't kiss me
Flick your eyes and mine so briefly
Oh you know, you know you're so sweetly
Oh you know, you know that I know that
I love you I mean I,
I mean I need to love
Do you never wonder?
No, no no no
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy
Sometimes I say stupid things I think
Well, I mean I
Sometimes I think the stupidest things
Because I never wonder
Oh how the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels
No you boys never care
Oh no you boys'll never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels
No you boys never care
You dirty boys'll never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels | | |
| I finally was able to eat tonight. I just ate a bowl of soup. WITH the noodles!
OMG! I KNOW RIGHT?!
I almost couldn't gulp fast enough.
:P
I feel as though I should say something about what happened these last weeks so everyone is not so confused. I don't mean to be an introvert, or mean to push people away while this is happening; I just really, really dont like other people seeing me like this.
4th of July weekend I started up with a really terrible stomachache. It pretty much lasted all weekend. It was then I came to realize that the medications I had been taking for the last 2ish years really were not working. I had my suspicions, but earlier times when it wasn't working, I was not very consistent taking the medications. The 3-4 months prior to this episode, I was.
Luckily that Monday I was scheduled for an appointment with my special doctor. Ironically, the stomachache subsided right before the appointment. I told them about how I thought the medications werent working and about how I was feeling. They countered and told me I was going to start up with some more powerful stuff. Like, some really powerful stuff. They gave me some pamphlets to review and I went home.
That night, the stomachaches came back alot worse. I couldnt even roll over. I was up all night, literally got no sleep waiting for the pain to go away. Tuesday morning, try how I may to tough it out, I called my doctor and ended up having my parents drive me to the hospital, where they gave me pain meds and admitted me.
I was dehydraded pretty bad, my heart rate was pounding at a solid 95. They gave me an IV and I sucked down bags of saline. I'm pretty sure each bag is like 2 quarts or so, and the first one went in me in under 3 hours. Through a needle in my arm.
Needless to say, I wasnt eating. On Thursday they upgraded my IV into a PICC line. A PICC line is a more long term IV. Its actually a small tube that goes in my arm, up through my vein and dangles about an inch or two above my heart. Was pretty simple putting in; hurt alot less than the IV, and the ultrasound of my arm was pretty cool, I must say.
They gave me a PICC line so I could start whats called TPN. Its basically a gallon bag of pediasure they pump into you over 24 hours. You dont need to eat while on it. So from Tuesday to Saturday, I literally did not eat anything.
That was the bummer. I did not like having to go on TPN. And thats probibly why I pushed people away when they wanted to visit, I'm sorry. I just remember my mother on TPN and how frail she looked. I didn't want other people to see me so weak. I knew people were worried, but I was convinced that if people saw me like that they would just worry more. I apologize.
Anyway, since Saturday night I got the ok to eat clear liquids and Jello. Monday I came home. I'm still on TPN, and will be for the next week and a half, so I still may not be able to go out much. I'm not hooked up to a machine thing, just a backpack with a pump. Feels like an anchor I have to lug around.
Yea so. TL;DR version: I got sick, and was in the hospital for a week. I'm home now and feeling better. Don't worry.
Ask if you have questions.
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| Once again i am faced with my own mortality.
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