In 2014 after years of waiting and procrastinating, I finally brought my Harley down to ATL.
and spent 3 weeks having it worked on, and waiting on weather. In those 3 weeks I developed a severe blood infection that settled in my hip, requiring bone and tissue to be removed in emergency surgery, narrowly avoiding amputation. The joint was reconstructed with cadaver bone and "spare tissue".
The surgery and healing process was subpar, and the end result is I am unable to safely operate the bike.
Never even got to properly ride her.
Sad to hear, man. What Harley was it? I ride a Sportster 1200 right now.
This time last year I had strep throat, and my mother was fighting with me because how dare I receive medical attention when she herself is in pain and has made up a reality where she can't see a doctor.
Now it's ending on an extremely positive note in comparison. I just hope it all continues!
I can say one good thing about 2015 so far: I'd been off my antidepressants for about the past week because the mail was slow around the holidays, and they finally just arrived. So I'm starting off the new year chemically-satisfied, at least!
it snowed!
A beautiful sheet of white covered the ground and I ruined it as I walked home
Also I only saw 3 cars on my walk home so way too many people have government work here
In 2014 after years of waiting and procrastinating, I finally brought my Harley down to ATL.
and spent 3 weeks having it worked on, and waiting on weather. In those 3 weeks I developed a severe blood infection that settled in my hip, requiring bone and tissue to be removed in emergency surgery, narrowly avoiding amputation. The joint was reconstructed with cadaver bone and "spare tissue".
The surgery and healing process was subpar, and the end result is I am unable to safely operate the bike.
Never even got to properly ride her.
Sad to hear, man. What Harley was it? I ride a Sportster 1200 right now.
Heritage Springer, 99, last year of the evo engines.
She's sitting in the garage now, can't bring myself to even consider chopping her up to make a trike.
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Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
In 2014 after years of waiting and procrastinating, I finally brought my Harley down to ATL.
and spent 3 weeks having it worked on, and waiting on weather. In those 3 weeks I developed a severe blood infection that settled in my hip, requiring bone and tissue to be removed in emergency surgery, narrowly avoiding amputation. The joint was reconstructed with cadaver bone and "spare tissue".
The surgery and healing process was subpar, and the end result is I am unable to safely operate the bike.
Never even got to properly ride her.
Sad to hear, man. What Harley was it? I ride a Sportster 1200 right now.
Heritage Springer, 99, last year of the evo engines.
She's sitting in the garage now, can't bring myself to even consider chopping her up to make a trike.
Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
Slap some hand controls on it if your legs aren't quite up to the task of gears and rear brake, and while we're at it, put a fucking supercharger on the motor too.
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PiptheFairFrequently not in boats.Registered Userregular
In 2014 after years of waiting and procrastinating, I finally brought my Harley down to ATL.
and spent 3 weeks having it worked on, and waiting on weather. In those 3 weeks I developed a severe blood infection that settled in my hip, requiring bone and tissue to be removed in emergency surgery, narrowly avoiding amputation. The joint was reconstructed with cadaver bone and "spare tissue".
The surgery and healing process was subpar, and the end result is I am unable to safely operate the bike.
Never even got to properly ride her.
Sad to hear, man. What Harley was it? I ride a Sportster 1200 right now.
Heritage Springer, 99, last year of the evo engines.
She's sitting in the garage now, can't bring myself to even consider chopping her up to make a trike.
get a spider
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Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
In 2014 after years of waiting and procrastinating, I finally brought my Harley down to ATL.
and spent 3 weeks having it worked on, and waiting on weather. In those 3 weeks I developed a severe blood infection that settled in my hip, requiring bone and tissue to be removed in emergency surgery, narrowly avoiding amputation. The joint was reconstructed with cadaver bone and "spare tissue".
The surgery and healing process was subpar, and the end result is I am unable to safely operate the bike.
Never even got to properly ride her.
Sad to hear, man. What Harley was it? I ride a Sportster 1200 right now.
Heritage Springer, 99, last year of the evo engines.
She's sitting in the garage now, can't bring myself to even consider chopping her up to make a trike.
get a spider
Hey, he's crippled, not stupid.
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Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
Like, those spiders are good for two things: Floridian retirees attempting to reclaim some of their lost youth, and for tearing the motor and gearbox out of to install in one of these:
She sharply declined about six months ago, we were all pretty sure she wouldn't leave the hospital. She improved, but has been on hospice ever since.
My father (her son) was able to see her today, and she seemed happy, so I'm very glad for him.
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Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
Off to my grandmother's funeral today. I feel okay now but expect I will be my usual wreck once I get there.
Am kind of worried about how few people will show up. Every funeral I've been to people have been spilling out of the crematorium, but my nan was an obstinate lady who didn't really have any friends by the end. Sad.
I'd like a two minutes of hate at my funeral. Just a segment where people share stories about me being a terrible person. Not funny stories either. And if no one is willing to share then I'd have a recording or something so I could share. The rest of the funeral would be positive as usual. It'd be an interesting experiment, obviously I wouldn't get to see the results. but hopefully people would appreciate it as an attempt to show a more rounded picture of me.
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Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
Service was ok. Really religious, which was expressly against what my gran had said, but that's how my aunt wanted it and my dad didn't want the argument.
I cried the least of any funeral I've been to. I dunno how I feel about that. But I couldn't stop staring at the coffin and imagining her inside it.
Really one of the more solid pieces of advice I ever got was from my mother
Try not to Remember people how they died but how they lived and who they were to you.
This last Thanksgiving and Christmas will probably be my grandfather's last, his health has taken a rapid decline over the last few days. What hurts is that his body may be frail but his mind is just as sharp as ever, so he is fully cognizant of how embarassing it is to be a rational human without the capability to walk, eat or go to the bathroom without assistance.
This titan of a man, this Hercules, this unbreakable Rock of Gibraltar ... he's always been the most capable human being I've ever known; he survived The Great Depression, World War II, Korea and a host of trials that have literally broken strong men. He's not perfect, he would be the first to tell you that, but he *is* resilient and I draw my strength from his lessons, his kindness and his patience. Above all else, he has taught me to value humility and caution, hard work and an honest demeanor, family and community.
If I live to be a thousand and my life ends up being a tiny fraction of his, I will have lived well.
I love you, Grandpa, and I will always keep you with me.
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Brovid Hasselsmof[Growling historic on the fury road]Registered Userregular
What hurts is that his body may be frail but his mind is just as sharp as ever, so he is fully cognizant of how embarassing it is to be a rational human without the capability to walk, eat or go to the bathroom without assistance.
This was similar to my nan. She was incredibly frail at the end, her hearing and vision were shot, her hands barely worked and she couldn't walk more than a few steps without leaning on something. But her mind never seemed to age. She could remember details from 80 years ago better than I could remember what I did yesterday.
Fortunately she wasn't as physically impaired as your grandad, she was still able to live alone. Which is why as soon as I heard she'd had the stroke I was hoping she would just slip away without waking up again, because for her to be reliant on others would have been hell for her.
Yesterday ended up being ok. We had a small wake back at my gran's house. There weren't a lot of people but several of the neighbours were there which was really nice of them. Some of them even had some fond memories of her from years ago. Back when my grandad was alive they were quite social and fun people, but after he died in 96 she withdrew. But it was really nice that they made the effort and could share some good memories of her.
Remember how sometimes you'll housesit for your parents, but you can't take your cpap machine because the asshole cats will chew in the air hose and put holes in it, and after a few days of being without it you regain one of the more embarrassing side effects of urinating in your sleep, presumably because you've stopped breathing for so long your body freaks out a little? And then you wake up from a short nap when your parents get home and you haven't had the time to realize this has happened and you walk into the kitchen looking as cool as Miles Davis?
Remember how sometimes you'll housesit for your parents, but you can't take your cpap machine because the asshole cats will chew in the air hose and put holes in it, and after a few days of being without it you regain one of the more embarrassing side effects of urinating in your sleep, presumably because you've stopped breathing for so long your body freaks out a little? And then you wake up from a short nap when your parents get home and you haven't had the time to realize this has happened and you walk into the kitchen looking as cool as Miles Davis?
I remember.
I'll be 37 tomorrow and I still sleepwalk with silly results; mostly it involves me doing dishes or asking you several times about which TV show you're watching.
In 2014, I quit my job because having tables thrown at me and...reasons. I decided to go back to school in the spring of this year.
I made burgers at our house for the first time. 6 patties from two and a half pounds of ground beef. Pretty damn good.
Kaplar on
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valhalla13013 Dark Shield Perceives the GodsRegistered Userregular
On a brighter note... apparently, 2014 was the last year of my prolonged bachelorhood. For I am now in a relationship. I haven't felt this way in so long, I can't remember how it ever felt.
I still keep waiting for the other shoe to drop though.
On a brighter note... apparently, 2014 was the last year of my prolonged bachelorhood. For I am now in a relationship. I haven't felt this way in so long, I can't remember how it ever felt.
I still keep waiting for the other shoe to drop though.
My grandad apparently had some kind of stroke and today is the third day where he hasn't eaten anything; he can no longer hold a glass to take a drink.
2015 is off to a shitty start, but it can save some face by allowing my grandfather to go peacefully, quietly and with what dignity he has left.
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Raijin QuickfootI'm your Huckleberry YOU'RE NO DAISYRegistered User, ClubPAregular
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Damn DW. The way you describe your grandfather this world will be a worse place when he's not in it.
Damn DW. The way you describe your grandfather this world will be a worse place when he's not in it.
My cousin Wesley and I are the two oldest grandsons and we take after him the most; he and I are going to do our best to keep his memory alive as long as we can.
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Raijin QuickfootI'm your Huckleberry YOU'RE NO DAISYRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Damn DW. The way you describe your grandfather this world will be a worse place when he's not in it.
My cousin Wesley and I are the two oldest grandsons and we take after him the most; he and I are going to do our best to keep his memory alive as long as we can.
2012-2014 were filled with more bullshit than a 1-ton steer on Imodium. I think 2015 will be better. It's amazing that I have managed to keep my sunny disposition!
this is one of those situations in which i hope and pray it's a hoax, however the message was time sensitive on the premise it could be canceled. however it was not cancelled
We're still holding onto hope, since there's no confirmation. All her social media sans her Tumblr are deactivated.
If anyone knows how to reach Heather (DirtyDirtyVagrant) please do so, or PM me her address if you don't feel comfortable calling the police in her area to check on her.
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Sad to hear, man. What Harley was it? I ride a Sportster 1200 right now.
Now it's ending on an extremely positive note in comparison. I just hope it all continues!
A beautiful sheet of white covered the ground and I ruined it as I walked home
Also I only saw 3 cars on my walk home so way too many people have government work here
All I will say of Last year is I lived
Heritage Springer, 99, last year of the evo engines.
She's sitting in the garage now, can't bring myself to even consider chopping her up to make a trike.
You shouldn't have to cut it up, there are kits available that bolt on in place of the swingarm.
get a spider
Hey, he's crippled, not stupid.
sorry to hear it
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She sharply declined about six months ago, we were all pretty sure she wouldn't leave the hospital. She improved, but has been on hospice ever since.
My father (her son) was able to see her today, and she seemed happy, so I'm very glad for him.
Am kind of worried about how few people will show up. Every funeral I've been to people have been spilling out of the crematorium, but my nan was an obstinate lady who didn't really have any friends by the end. Sad.
I cried the least of any funeral I've been to. I dunno how I feel about that. But I couldn't stop staring at the coffin and imagining her inside it.
God I hate funerals.
More of shock
But I rarely cry
Try not to Remember people how they died but how they lived and who they were to you.
This titan of a man, this Hercules, this unbreakable Rock of Gibraltar ... he's always been the most capable human being I've ever known; he survived The Great Depression, World War II, Korea and a host of trials that have literally broken strong men. He's not perfect, he would be the first to tell you that, but he *is* resilient and I draw my strength from his lessons, his kindness and his patience. Above all else, he has taught me to value humility and caution, hard work and an honest demeanor, family and community.
If I live to be a thousand and my life ends up being a tiny fraction of his, I will have lived well.
I love you, Grandpa, and I will always keep you with me.
This was similar to my nan. She was incredibly frail at the end, her hearing and vision were shot, her hands barely worked and she couldn't walk more than a few steps without leaning on something. But her mind never seemed to age. She could remember details from 80 years ago better than I could remember what I did yesterday.
Fortunately she wasn't as physically impaired as your grandad, she was still able to live alone. Which is why as soon as I heard she'd had the stroke I was hoping she would just slip away without waking up again, because for her to be reliant on others would have been hell for her.
Yesterday ended up being ok. We had a small wake back at my gran's house. There weren't a lot of people but several of the neighbours were there which was really nice of them. Some of them even had some fond memories of her from years ago. Back when my grandad was alive they were quite social and fun people, but after he died in 96 she withdrew. But it was really nice that they made the effort and could share some good memories of her.
I remember.
I'll be 37 tomorrow and I still sleepwalk with silly results; mostly it involves me doing dishes or asking you several times about which TV show you're watching.
I made burgers at our house for the first time. 6 patties from two and a half pounds of ground beef. Pretty damn good.
I still keep waiting for the other shoe to drop though.
They fucked in the boat.
2015 is off to a shitty start, but it can save some face by allowing my grandfather to go peacefully, quietly and with what dignity he has left.
My cousin Wesley and I are the two oldest grandsons and we take after him the most; he and I are going to do our best to keep his memory alive as long as we can.
You're good people DW. Don't ever change.
We're still holding onto hope, since there's no confirmation. All her social media sans her Tumblr are deactivated.
If anyone knows how to reach Heather (DirtyDirtyVagrant) please do so, or PM me her address if you don't feel comfortable calling the police in her area to check on her.
I saw her pop up on Facebook for awhile a month or two ago but haven't seen anything since :sad:
She's alive.